Archive for March, 2008

photo: Farm machinery on the disused railway line between Askrigg and Aysgarth, February 2008, taken by yours truly The American poet and publisher Jonathan Williams, who knew, among other places, Wensleydale, where I have just been, died on Sunday last. in a characteristically-titled essay “Some Speak of a/ Return to Nature/ I Wonder Where They/ […]


Henry David Thoreau has a maple syrup mishap, 152 years ago yesterday. (Yes, I know. I’ve been back from holiday ages. Work’n’stuff, what can I tellya?)