Cuckoo
I miscounted this morning and thought this was our 8th spring in Dorset when it is in fact our 9th, but the difference is slight, and the sentiment all the […]
I miscounted this morning and thought this was our 8th spring in Dorset when it is in fact our 9th, but the difference is slight, and the sentiment all the […]
I have never before pulled into the car park at West Bexington and found it completely empty. It clogs like fat in a drain during the summer, while out of […]
I took a stroll along Chesil yesterday. Just a quick tea-time trip down to West Bexington with no intention other than to see who might be loitering. I had been […]
It has been a peculiar week. Eight days ago I drove home towards the setting sun, after an afternoon spent on a favourite patch of Dorset heathland. The air had […]
This weekend my friend Martin made his now annual escape from London life in order to kick back in the Dorset hills. In past years we have squeezed a bit […]