Harvest Home

One of my pleasures at this time of the year is watching big bits of kit at work in the fields. And avoiding them on the road. This afternoo...

Back to Nature

I've got a thing about lettering, particularly when it crops up in unexpected places. You will always find stuff like this in the remote...

Getting Allegro Over

You don't see many Austin Allegros around these days. Ask anyone who had one and they'd probably give you a few good reasons why. I...

Cardington Arrest

These simply gigantic buildings have been arresting the attention ever since they were first built at Cardington in Bedfordshire, in the ear...

Welgar Shredded Wheat

Ever since I was a child I have been fascinated by well-known brand names that could be seen on factories at the side of railway lines. It s...

Rhubarb, rhubarb

Until my Dorset pals told me, I didn't realise what a big thing rhubarb was in these parts. This little hut (three sticks for a pound) w...

Jerusalem Tavern

Every now and then someone really gets it right. Forget all those faux Irish pubs with e-bay bought set dressing, forget the pastiches of tr...

Tidal Reaches 1

I have a great friend who insists on living in Italy, even though he is possibly the most English Englishman I've ever met. Although ver...

The Rattlesden Straw Man

There's something about scarecrows. And I don't really mean those made with Scarecrow Festivals in mind, but the genuine article, m...

The Owston White Horse

Out in lonely east Leicestershire is a lane that leads over to the little village of Owston. I often go there just to wander about in the ch...

Crowland Abbey

I think this picture sums up much about how I feel about England. Crowland Abbey is out on the Lincolnshire Fens north of Peterborough, crea...