In St Ives as Emma storms the beaches of Cornwall

The cold breath of Storm Emma reaches Cornwall

The cold breath of Storm Emma reaches Cornwall

Should we go? Shouldn’t we go? Mad to go! Mad not to go! Outside the window the snow drifts … ominous and unsettled.

“If we can get out of here the middle looks quiet.”

“No storm here yet,” they assure us in St Ives.

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Gloucester – an ancient English city with a strong heart

Gargoyle on Gloucester Cathedral, England

Gargoyle on Gloucester Cathedral, England

Gloucester is a city with heart and a sense of self. It knows its bones, and lays them out with pride.

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Sidmouth FolkWeek – sun, rain, sea and song

Sidmouth, Devon, England

Sidmouth, Devon, England

Happiness … a folk festival set in a patchwork bowl beside the sea.

Early August means FolkWeek when Sidmouth, in Devon, ties bells below her knees, plumps her seafront with craft stalls, and flies a few tunes up her hillsides.

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A thought on Liverpool as it catches Unesco’s eye

The docks in Liverpool, England

The docks in Liverpool, England

My first real visit to Liverpool was on foot this summer.  I didn’t walk all the way but I did do five miles through the outskirts to the cathedral as part of a fundraising walk on a hot, sunny Sunday.

It was only afterwards that I learned about the tension – that the city’s world heritage status was on the gangplank, and that Unesco (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) was about to decide whether or not to give Liverpool the final shove.

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University of Oxford degree ceremony – 2013-2014: “… what you know is not as important as what you do with what you know.”

(Handmade, handheld video of degree ceremony. Focus is clear by second 8! Pneumatic drill was not mine.)

Oxford and its university are dug deep into England.
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Beatrix Potter – stitched into the fabric of Gloucester

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Sleet and sails in West Kirby in mid-March

Team racing on the Marine Lake in West Kirby, England

Team racing on the marine lake in West Kirby, England

A fortnight ago my circulation froze to a standstill on the edge of a marine lake at the team racing nationals in the north west of England.

It was mid-March and I dripped ice from my tangled hair to my toes.

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