Katherine Locke meets Sally Vaughan and Andrew Dickson to learn about the the world’s first and only community musical theatre written for the ukulele. If you listen very carefully as you walk around the streets of Bridport and beyond, you Read more »
Pike have a reputation for being hard. For being ambush predators that like to kill. As far as British freshwater predators go the pike is a thing to fear. But sadly, in the global scheme of things, pike are pussies. Read more »
It is 1917 and twenty-five year-old Lieutenant Caunt of the RFC has just been awarded his wings and is posted to a new airfield. Gosport was surely the most remarkable aerodrome in the Flying Corps. Tightly guarded day and night, Read more »
Plants have started to react to the lengthening days so that, even if the weather is still decidedly wintry, the pulse of the garden will be quickening. Early spring flowers burst into life, especially during mild spells, and drifts of Read more »
Broad beans are a national favourite, grown here for thousands of years, so much so that they are part of our language. If you’ve got lots of bounce, you’re ‘full of beans’, and if you’re down on your uppers, you’re Read more »
‘Whoops, She went up in the big Balloon.’ This was a song on an old record, probably 1920s, now lost without trace, which we used to play on an old wind up gramophone in our aeromodelling clubhouse, the disused Air Read more »
The village of Briantspuddle lies near tranquil water meadows in the valley of the River Piddle, some eight miles to the east of Dorchester. Nowadays, Briantspuddle is all pretty cottages, thatched roofs and peace and quiet. The village was far Read more »
“Baby, it’s cold outside’’—and so it was in 1949 when Ella Fitzgerald sang the song and the temperature reached 10 degrees below, but it hasn’t been that cold in west Dorset for the last three years or more. Of course, Read more »
It’s surprising what triggers memories. This month’s National Geographic set me off on a gentle flashback to a time, many years ago, when my father would read that same magazine whilst sitting at our kitchen table. He would marvel at Read more »