Hunstanton in the Gloom: Norfolk

What is Sunny Hunny without the sun? Hunstanton in the winter.

A Very English Winter: Sandringham

Revisiting the royal forest in the Winter.

Sandringham: On Forests

His forest filled my imagination. Permeating all corners like a thick fog, filling in every crevice, creating borders and salients, building battlements and forts – keeping the riot of real life out of the lucid bounty of my imagination. The forest grew monstrous in my mind.

On Beaches: Brancaster

Why do we love beaches? What is our fascination with these sandy stretches of water and are they really the paradises we make them out to be in our mind.