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Part two of the mappage catchuppage features a couple of lower-level walks, though not without summit-conquering of a sort, as you may have ...

Following on from the Blorenge and Scottish walks described in earlier posts, a few more maps I spotted in my collection from recent outin...

Trio by William Boyd. Here's Elfrida Wing, blearily coming downstairs on a summer morning in 1968 for a nutritious breakfast of some ora...

We by Yevgeny Zamyatin. Meet D-503, presumably D to his friends as these really seem to be the only names people have; it's not like he...

Better do this whisky post before the bottle disappears - a very real danger as it's the only one in the cupboard at the moment. The br...

Here's a crackpot theory for you, and, as all the best theories do, it has to do with Robert Redford, who died last week at the age of...

There I was, enjoying a piping-hot mid-week bowl of lunchtime noodles as I am occasionally to be found doing , only to have my wife come in...

Following on from the last book post and its predecessor, I observed at the end of the Jack Maggs review that its title was the latest in a...

Jack by Marilynne Robinson. So here is John Ames Boughton aka Jack, who you'll recall we met in Home and Gilead and who was an occasio...

I've got two for you today, which it seems to me fall into the categories, respectively, Fairly Commonplace and Incredibly Niche, althou...

A couple of book-related points relating to recent book-related posts.  Quite a few of the articles about From A Buick 8 make some referenc...

Jack Maggs by Peter Carey. It's 1837, and Jack Maggs is in London. This is of note because he's meant to be in Australia, and indee...

You might recall, if you're inclined to notice obscure cricketing milestones, some headlines a few years back about England's Joe Ro...