Tales from titchmarsh

A few years ago, we bought my father a sundial. It was a decent 18th-century style reproduction in lead – something he had wanted for a very long time – and then, inevitably, he asked me to help him s

A crack-of-dawn start is one way to avoid the crowds. But there’s another option that doesn’t need an alarm clock.

One summer’s evening in the days before internet weather forecasting, I was deeply involved in the after-race ‘do’ following a Solent Old Gaffers event. In the 1970s these regattas drew entrants large

How the world’s clocks and geographic coordinates came to be set by a small borough of London

NEVER STOP SAILING!

When I was aged 10, the farmers used to come round the schools to pick volunteers to work on the farms during the summer holidays, mainly to help bring in the harvest. The country was still building u