It's Sunday evening, and I'm writing this at my new house sit in Woolwich in the Greater London area. Tomorrow morning I'll return to the increasingly familiar routine of job hunting. Tonight I can afford a couple of hours to review photos and write.

On Friday afternoon I took what could well be my last opportunity to walk from Chelmsford to the village of Writtle in Essex. Chelmsford is the county town of Essex, and Writtle, while only a mile or two from it, is a completely separate village, with its own separate history.

Cottages in Writtle

My walk took me along the banks of the River Can and through the rose gold barley fields of the agricultural college. Soon I was amongst ancient cottages and walking up the main street, past the village green (complete with duck pond) to the pub. Food had finished by the time I arrived, so I had a snack at the village tea room instead.

All delightful, then a shorter walk back along the main road to Chelmsford, and once again I was in a twenty first century city. ...continue reading "Grieving for the “Good Old Days”"


I missed my plane to Ireland.

This is a lovely old church, not grand at all despite its size, very welcoming.
Chelmsford Cathedral is a lovely old church, not grand at all despite its size, very welcoming.

After managing to get half way around the world without any major stuff ups, flying in and out of Melbourne and Darwin in Australia, Singapore,  then Kuala Lumpur, Kuching and Miri in Malaysia,  going from Stansted to Dublin should have been a breeze. I'd booked the taxi to the bus station, it arrived at the flat on time, so I was at the bus station twenty minutes earlier than I needed to be. ...continue reading "Murphy’s Law"


A river running through Salisbury, a medieval city with a surprise around every corner.

A few years ago I used to sail regularly on the Derwent River in Hobart, Tasmania. The people I met on the twenty three footer every Sunday morning were highly experienced, and taught me much about the art and science of sailing a small boat. ...continue reading "Spring in my Step"