Essex Bad Boys: Richard Rich
What would you call a man who betrayed all who helped him when first starting out in life, and who dropped his friends at the first whiff of trouble? Who…
Street Life
Following my recent musings on crop circles, JP, a friend who takes an occasional interest in my posts, took me to task. “ Why are you writing all this boring…
Hearts of oak
We pass them by with barely a thought, yet they’ve been here far longer than any of us. They'll be here long after we’ve gone. The mighty oaks. “Uh oh,…
UFOs, Aliens and the Mowing Devil
Going through the lockdown box-set options, I considered, for a brief second, starting again with the "X Files". Better sense prevailed (namely "Spooks"), but the thought stuck in my mind.…
A tale of suspense
With the summer sun at its peak, following the recent solstice, I thought I would introduce a hint of the shadows into the proceedings. After all, a touch of the…
Horse whisperers
The lockdown weather has been so glorious (up until now), that I thought we should really get outside for a long, virtual hike, away from this madness. Somewhere rolling and…
To the fallen
The evidence of absence Archaeologists and historians use a term which I like - “the evidence of absence”, as opposed to an absence of evidence. My posts are about the…
“Invicta”
This blog is dedicated to my friend KW - a Maid of Kent, rather than a Kentish Maid. South of the river...... When I have reason to leave my home …
The Romans in Britain – salt and oysters
Does anyone remember seeing the play “The Romans in Britain”? I saw it at The National Theatre in 1980. In the very opening scene, two hapless and confused squaddie Roman…
Going underground
So here's another quiz question - aimed at those readers who know their way around the City of London. Q: what do Fleet Street, Holborn and Walbrook have in common? A:…