A fool on a hill

A few years ago when I was feeling rather sad, I happened to go into St Cuthbert’s in Wells to get some Christmas cards. It was Novemb...

For quite a while now, I've not read much fiction, either for adults or for children, which has really 'blown my socks off.' (Fo...

Wilding is an extraordinary book. It's horrifying, uplifting, a catalogue of things to despair about, a litany of things to be hopeful a...

You might look at this picture and think - why? Nice sky, reservoir in the distance, but otherwise there's nothing much to see - just...

When I started this blog, I didn't really mean it to be a series of reviews. I meant it to be a way of keeping track of what I read. A f...

Today is gorgeously sunny, and it's clear that summer is staging a comeback. But still, there are signs of autumn about. Dusk is droppin...

Last week, I was on a writing course in North Wales, at Ty Newydd, not far from Criccieth. People in the writing world will have heard ...