NOTES ON A PLACE APART:
A NORTH NORFOLK JOURNAL

There’s something immensely uplifting about the first spring day that finds you sitting outside i...

“Hello darkness, my old friend…”, wrote Paul Simon late one November night as he began penni...

It’s come a long way. Time was when you’d see little sprigs of greenery, overlooked and unassu...

Norfolk and rural France have more in common than you might think. Both feel splendidly detached f...