Every year, it’s only at the eleventh hour that I remember to ring Sam Trott about my village fun day parade. But every time, he’s always accommodating—one step ahead, in fact, because he leads the procession. ‘It’s all right,” he Read more »
Row upon row of gleaming firemen’s helmets, a bug-eyed fire engine called Barkis from the 1930s and another, older vehicle, made just as the 19th century turned into the 20th, gaze out across each other behind plate glass. It’s an Read more »
There is a scene in the film Shirley Valentine in which the leading lady rounds on her fellow hotel guests who are trotting out all the old stereotypes as they complain about the Greeks. For the life of me I Read more »
Out in the fields, the cattle are moving slowly, chomping on grass, wild honeysuckle and anything that takes their fancy. They’re a cheery looking bunch, these Belted Galloways, and come in three colours—black, dun and red, and each with a Read more »