Apache

I have been cycling to the station most days this month. The route home takes me towards Salisbury Plain, which rises behind our village. Last week the moon was so bright I turned off my front light; I threw a neat shadow. On two consecutive nights a pale barn owl has tracked me before steering […]

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Obama wins in 2012

From where I’m sitting (several thousand miles from the US), I think Obama will beat Romney in November. Mainly because the US economy will improve in 2012, and there is enough residual promise left in the Obama brand, but also because the Obama campaign will strangle the Romney campaign. Here’s a piece in Newsweek about […]

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Notes on walk from Marlborough to Woodborough

Saturday 7 January After a week of gales and heavy rain we had a bright day; the sun unseasonably warm. 8.30am. J and I walked out of the town along the Kennet and past Merlin’s Tomb (yeah, yeah), and the college running track (yah, yah). The speed of departure, looking back to see the town […]

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Mumbai blue

In the garden stands an old brick shed which I have been using as a log store. The front of the shed, which is open to the elements, looks south onto Salisbury Plain. From here we get sunlight in the evening and the prevailing wind whenever it is blowing. One wall has a window, the […]

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2012 resolution #1

At our house warming party, I made a drunken plan with a neighbour to embark on a tree planting campaign in our valley. My neighbour also happens to be a forester, so he knows a landscape that is short on young trees when he sees one. This morning we planted (with the land owner’s blessing) […]

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The view from the sidelines

So we start a new year, and one filled with domestic and international events (and challenges) which have been much anticipated. One good thing is that we all expect it to be difficult, so there is room for pleasant surprise. And in the meantime, we are all armed for trouble. As I look ahead to […]

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New Year’s Eve in San Francisco

We lacked provisions, so I went foraging around Cow Hollow, I walked along wide sidewalks dazzled by the chrome December light. The townspeople had hung festive wreaths on their doors, but I kept coming across brown Christmas trees lying in twos and threes, just abandoned. Then, and again, the belly-deep oomph of the fog horn. […]

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