Category Archives: walks

on the train

20 September, on the train from Inverness to Edinburgh on the hill going out of Diabaig I reversed a little, as we were two cars caught between Passing Places, and into the ditch I went. I might have been fooled … Continue reading

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a story from the mountains, without flowers

This is a story which I have often thought about writing but have never known how to, without making it a boring muddle, because it involves curiously mistaken identities which confused the people involved and still confuses the narrative. I … Continue reading

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Provada!!

This is a piece I’ve been struggling intermittently to write. There are two little stories you might want to read hidden away among thoughts on names and language and ear worms that you might not want to read. As I … Continue reading

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searching for vibrant, august 2017

(and isn’t it infuriating how they keep turning adjectives into pretentious nouns?) I wrote about my search for the epic, vibrant South Bank here: new outrage in SE1. I’ve been there a few times since, always hopeful. The mix of heritage … Continue reading

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in the Peloponnese again (Ziria, aka Kyllini)

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Ziria – what a tasteful mountain!                                         Ziria or Kyllini, it has both names. The whitest mountain, and without snow: white … Continue reading

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Icons in SE1

David ‘Born to Dare’ Beckham is currently appearing, in rotation with various “punks” for Brewdog, on a monument, a stainless steel hoarding near the Imax roundabout in Waterloo which serves to block off the view of the National Theatre, those … Continue reading

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Moving on in the Gasterntal

Just above Kandersteg in the Bernese Oberland which is easily reached by train, the river Kander comes out of a gorge. The first indication I had that anything untoward had happened was a sign warning that the path had been … Continue reading

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at a full stop in the Gasterntal

and how to go on? How to write on a subject about which I know next to nothing, but find myself drawn to? But first, one or two more deviations, diversions and prohibitions: 15. We moved to Cold Ashton, north … Continue reading

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Deviations, Boundaries, Prohibitions, (revised)

In the end I went back a long way, realising how much my walks and walking have been influenced by prohibitions. My mother used to tell the story of how when I was three, I took my little sister Judy … Continue reading

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lamledra 3, the botanical theatre on Vault beach

see also: At Lamledra and at Lamledra (2) a few notes: there’s a botanical theatre down on the beach. the stage is a scoop in the cliff  made by landslips, protected near the edge by two dead looking thickety blackthorns, like a half … Continue reading

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