Following the freak discovery of my lost notes on parchments preserved in the reed beds of Rutland Water last week, I’m able to bring you “jottings from Belvoir“.  They’re so old, some record banners on pub walls saying “Leycester Cittie – ye Premyr Champione“. Belvoir doesn’t help the photographer much, but it is a pleasant place to explore,… Continue reading BLANKED IN LONG CLAWSON