Some artists are best known for their worst work. McCartney made his fortune singing about frogs, Bowie is best known for a gnome, and BRAPA‘s fortune rests on a single act of public urination at a Nottinghamshire station. Despite classic blogs from Spurn Head, Kilmarnock and Gozo, my blogging highlight appears to be this faulty… Continue reading MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK
A few exciting reports from my mega-ticking excursion to Scotland last week, starting with Piercebridge, which you may remember from last year, or from Roger Protz’s excellent book on the A1 pubs. Piercebridge popped back in my mind as we drove up the (newly re-opened) B6275 towards the Scottish borders on Monday night. Largely because… Continue reading MY GRANDFATHER’S CLOCK IN KOREAN.