Author of Upon A White Horse: Journeys In Ancient Britain & Ireland. Also, Steeple Chasing: Around Britain By Church, & A Tomb With A View: The Stories & Glories of Graveyards. Substack: https://smallfinds.substack.com
I'm pleased to have won a Lowell Thomas award from the Society of American Travel Writers. It's for my story, written for the Smithsonian magazine, on the historic cemeteries of Paris. I loved writing this. You can read it here, if you like. www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/why-p...
I'm pleased to have won a Lowell Thomas award from the Society of American Travel Writers. It's for my story, written for the Smithsonian magazine, on the historic cemeteries of Paris. I loved writing this. You can read it here, if you like. www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/why-p...
I'm pleased to have won a Lowell Thomas award from the Society of American Travel Writers. It's for my story, written for the Smithsonian magazine, on the historic cemeteries of Paris. I loved writing this. You can read it here, if you like. www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/why-p...
I'm pleased to have won a Lowell Thomas award from the Society of American Travel Writers. It's for my story, written for the Smithsonian magazine, on the historic cemeteries of Paris. I loved writing this. You can read it here, if you like. www.smithsonianmag.com/travel/why-p...
I'll hazard some reasons: brisk and sunny while still cosy and warm, Drake's natural romantic melancholy leavened by an optimistic mood, lusciously hazy string arrangements like a big gulp from a hot mug. Putting it on myself now, cheers
October 4, 2026 at 9:20 AM
I'll hazard some reasons: brisk and sunny while still cosy and warm, Drake's natural romantic melancholy leavened by an optimistic mood, lusciously hazy string arrangements like a big gulp from a hot mug. Putting it on myself now, cheers
"We are now almost as far from the Troubles as the Troubles lasted. But the wounds caused by 30 years of sectarian violence run simultaneously deep & close to the surface & are easily reinfected by bad faith actors with malign agendas." My column on Drumcree. www.heraldscotland.com/politics/vie...
"We are now almost as far from the Troubles as the Troubles lasted. But the wounds caused by 30 years of sectarian violence run simultaneously deep & close to the surface & are easily reinfected by bad faith actors with malign agendas." My column on Drumcree. www.heraldscotland.com/politics/vie...
In Steeple Chasing, @peteralanross.bsky.social reports a churchwarden telling him “When we have school parties we have to walk on quickly when we get to this bit” – and Peter says she’s “jolly”, but “has a confrontational power undimmed by age”
October 3, 2026 at 11:39 AM
In Steeple Chasing, @peteralanross.bsky.social reports a churchwarden telling him “When we have school parties we have to walk on quickly when we get to this bit” – and Peter says she’s “jolly”, but “has a confrontational power undimmed by age”
Reread the last chapter of The Writing Life tonight & God, the way Rahm’s plane is sky painting & AD’s words are flying, & it feels like they are spinning out of control, tho’ her work is nothing but control, albeit with just enough risk that she could, at any moment, plummet into nothingness.
September 29, 2026 at 9:06 PM
Reread the last chapter of The Writing Life tonight & God, the way Rahm’s plane is sky painting & AD’s words are flying, & it feels like they are spinning out of control, tho’ her work is nothing but control, albeit with just enough risk that she could, at any moment, plummet into nothingness.
Priests think they know everything. We all told the vicar only ill could come from exposing the old Doom painting in the church. If the Guflobem comes out of the wall and devours him, it will be his own fault. Things are covered up for a purpose. He ought to know that. – Amy Scurfield #VOH
September 22, 2026 at 10:05 AM
Priests think they know everything. We all told the vicar only ill could come from exposing the old Doom painting in the church. If the Guflobem comes out of the wall and devours him, it will be his own fault. Things are covered up for a purpose. He ought to know that. – Amy Scurfield #VOH
"Blame the people who hate the small boats. Blame the people who need the small boats as without them whom would they hate? Blame the people who are disappointed by Reform’s small boats tracker cos there are no longer enough small boats to keep their outrage tanks topped up." My bit on Piddington.
"Blame the people who hate the small boats. Blame the people who need the small boats as without them whom would they hate? Blame the people who are disappointed by Reform’s small boats tracker cos there are no longer enough small boats to keep their outrage tanks topped up." My bit on Piddington.
"In front of the sarcophagus, Valentino gave a Roman salute, made the sign of the cross and wrote ‘Ti voglio bene’ (‘I love you’) in the visitors’ book." I visited Predappio on Mussolini's birthday & wrote about it, and the rise of Italy's far right, for the @lrb.co.ukwww.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
"In front of the sarcophagus, Valentino gave a Roman salute, made the sign of the cross and wrote ‘Ti voglio bene’ (‘I love you’) in the visitors’ book." I visited Predappio on Mussolini's birthday & wrote about it, and the rise of Italy's far right, for the @lrb.co.ukwww.lrb.co.uk/the-paper/v4...
Annie Dillard, what a writer. I mean, here's the opening of Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, as a little thread: "I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I’d half-awaken.
Annie Dillard, what a writer. I mean, here's the opening of Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, as a little thread: "I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I’d half-awaken.
September 16, 2026 at 5:36 PM
Annie Dillard, what a writer. I mean, here's the opening of Pilgrim At Tinker Creek, as a little thread: "I used to have a cat, an old fighting tom, who would jump through the open window by my bed in the middle of the night and land on my chest. I’d half-awaken.
Predappio - the town where Mussolini was born & where his remains lie - is a grotesque neo_Fascist fever dream. I visited during his birthday commemorations & wrote on what its willingness to exploit his memory says about the country, and the rise of its far-right. In the latest @lrb.co.uk
Predappio - the town where Mussolini was born & where his remains lie - is a grotesque neo_Fascist fever dream. I visited during his birthday commemorations & wrote on what its willingness to exploit his memory says about the country, and the rise of its far-right. In the latest @lrb.co.uk