In the bleak midwinter

Every town has its supply of quirky characters seen on the streets and known by all. They can be male or female, any age, distinct for always wearing the same clothes or for possessing varied but ecce

This year marks the 625th anniversary of The Canterbury Tales author – and “father of English literature” – Geoffrey Chaucer’s death. He penned this classic, about a merry band of medieval pilgrims te

The village shop that sold pick ‘n’ mix sweets. A cowpat-strewn country lane with occasional glimpses of Glastonbury Tor. Leaping the wooden stile into Butterfly Wood. It’s over 30 years since I last

“ 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

The yard of the coaching inn is lit by the moon. The mud-splattered stagecoach creaks as passengers climb from the roof and out of the stale interior. The horses are unharnessed and stabled; the passe

Some things are just funny, and when it comes to innuendo Wales has one mountain to rule them all: LORD HEREFORD’S KNOB . It seems rude not to spend a wild night on it.