Falling for the fens

“ I met Charles Dickens today, except he had clearly been so busy working on The Mystery of Edwin Drood that he had fallen asleep, so I didn’t get to speak to him!” I laughingly proclaimed to Ro when

Proper preparation prevents poor performance

My sister was organising a family reunion and the venue was near the world’s smallest city (unofficially; more of that later) and not far from the market town of Beccles in the Waveney Valley. Paul an

‘Clean’ energy musn’t be allowed to destroy nature, writes Bo Beolens

Despite wandering as far afield as north Norfolk, Mike still finds local birding very much to his taste

BACK in the days when a tankful of petrol cost as much as we pay for a coffee today, our sunny Sunday afternoon treat was a drive out. If we weren’t aiming for the beach, our route took us north to th