OTTERS AND WOMBATS ON THE SOMERSET LEVELS

People do odd things in summer.  Families of Guardian readers leave their Sussex homes and camp in the Somerset levels, singing jolly songs as they cycle past pumping stations, endless bungalow and drains.  Sounds very much like March. I lasted an hour; an hour punctuated by having to say “Good morning !” at least 17… Continue reading OTTERS AND WOMBATS ON THE SOMERSET LEVELS

SALTFORD’S RED HAT MAN WITH COMPLEX BAGUETTE INSTRUCTIONS

Not a post that will detain you long, but I thought Saltford’s Bird in Hand deserved a mention on my blog to illustrate the joyous contrasts you get in English pubs two miles apart. The main A4 through Saltford is the sort of dull parade of shops and Greene King Pizza Pub you travel to… Continue reading SALTFORD’S RED HAT MAN WITH COMPLEX BAGUETTE INSTRUCTIONS

KEYNSHAM – SWEET LIKE CHOCOLATE

  What an extraordinary place Keynsham turns out to be, hidden between the scary craft of Bristol and the Spoons queues of Bath , and surrounded by garden centres. Home to Keynsham Humpy Tumps (I’m not making this up), Jacob Rees-Mogg and an old Cadbury factory now converted into posh housing. As they say, a heady mixture.… Continue reading KEYNSHAM – SWEET LIKE CHOCOLATE