This is the first of what is aiming to be an occasional series of shortish posts appearing on both this blog and on the site of the Ely...

According to my guide book, the onward route from The Barge Inn towards Marden begins by breaking into what appears to be a private yard next to the old pumping station. Instead of climbing over the fence, I stroll on through Honeystreet - what there is of it - to join the way via a path between houses about half a mile further on. The hamlet consists essentially of a row of spaced out dwellings along a single side of the road and I am now passing behind them. Already, the ca

Sunday, October 3rd. 9am. For the 22 year old John Aubrey, stumbling across them on a mid-winter rabbit hunt in 1649, they "[did] as much...

On Saturday, October 2nd, I wake up to a sky that looks almost impossibly grey after the warm autumnal hues of the previous evening....

Generally, I regard the television as a mind-rotting menace. In fact, I only acquired a set for the first time about a decade ago when I...