One thing leads to another. How do you get from the Daily Poem in the Paris Review to a re-read…
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. Before the advent of motorways in the UK (first section of…
It's December and the full onslaught of the cultural waterboarding of commercial Christmas is about to roll out. Before it…
Some authors are blessed with illustrators who enhance their work with the distinction of their own. So it was in…
Forgetfulness The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking…
Paul Nash's fascination with aerial bombardment led him to an ecstatic vision of “the sky blossoming with floating flowers”. This,…
After early mist the morning of Sunday August 18 1940 was bright with clear skies. It came to be known…
Tweet Tweet There’s a blackbird in my mango tree and I think of Marley and singing songs of freedom I…
Here again - for the summer solstice - are those Wittenham Clumps. By the early 1940s Nash’s was in declining…
"My boy you should go in for nature." Sir William Richmond's advice to Paul Nash on reviewing some of his…
Did you have a special place as a child? Perhaps somewhere secret and magical? A corner of a city park,…
Blackbirds are notorious for being able to mimic the sounds they hear as they hop about the celestial chimney pots…
Moonlight What time the meanest brick and stone Take on a beauty not their own, And past the flaw of…
Britain declared war on Germany just after U.A. Fanthorpe's birthday in 1939. She was ten. Living in Kent she was…
Song of the Dark Ages We digged our trenches on the down Beside old barrows, and the wet White…