I am the lazy walrus

It’s now been 78 years since the Steam Trawler Sheraton washed up on Hunstanton Beach, and it’s been a Norfolk landmark ever since. At low tide, its metal ribs and corroding body are still clearly vis

Glastonbury, in the Somerset Levels, might bring to mind crystal healing and ley lines, but away from the town wildlife flourishes. Our campsite was perfectly placed, close to both the RSPB’s Ham Wall

PRAYERS, PIRKS AND PRAWNS

The town of Ilulissat, with its brightly coloured wooden houses, sits on the banks of a spectacular ice fjord at the mouth of the Jakobshavn Glacier on the west coast of Greenland. With a population o

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I’m awake. Very awake. It’s early on a wind-whipped Sunday morning and I’m neck-deep in the sea off the Isle of Man’s north-east coast. The rain is steady, the swell is heavy and the water is gaspindu