Here I am at the seaside, again. Torquay this time. Home to Fawlty Towers, and the inimitable Manuel (Qué?). Maybe we’ve hit on a particularly good weekend but I get the feeling it is often like this in Torquay: hot and sunny with endless blue skies. Eternally tanned pensioners watch knots of youngsters crabbing at … Continue reading The Running Tide
I drove down the east coast from Edinburgh to North Yorkshire yesterday afternoon. It was a stunning spring day; clear, with good visibility for miles. I love the parts of the journey after Dunbar, beyond Berwick (upon-Tweed) and just south of Sunderland, near Peterlee. Those are three of the spots where the North Sea comes … Continue reading I See The Sea
I had thought that sometime this week I might write something to make you envious; an account of how warm and sunny it is where I am on this island off the west coast of Africa. How I am lying in the sun during the day and letting the heat leach into my bones. As … Continue reading Deluge
