Tag Archives: Derbyshire

Bear With Me

There’s a bear with me. Really, a big brown beast of a thing and it is trying to catch scudding salmon in its mouth whilst standing in a roaring river in Alaska. Seeing the massive sharp grasping claws I remember that the bear’s name is Barry . . . Barry Barrington to be exact. He […]

Blood on the Village Green

It is a rather bizarre experience for someone of my sartorial extremes to spend a week in a tiny Derbyshire village. It is a small community where everyone knows each other and will discuss deeply personal and medical matters openly in the street. I don’t think it would be too over the top to suggest […]