Monthly Archives: April 2016

  I Seeing these toadstools bursting out of the ground along the side of our neighbour’s fence, I remembered this poem by Margaret Atwood. Very sinister!  (This is only part of it.) MUSHROOMS i In this moist season mist on … Continue reading →

We’ve just had three nights away  – at a little cottage in Dean’s Marsh, in the Otways. There was really nothing to do, which was wonderful. I read detective novels, drank tea in the daytime and wine at night, watched … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, I helped a friend called Michael Uniacke to launch his book, Deafness Down. Here’s the short speech I gave. Many years ago, I had a phone call from a total stranger called Michael Uniacke. He’d heard … Continue reading →