There was an enjoyable (for me) interlude on Tuesday when I went to the Australian Broadcasting studios in central London to talk to David Green over the airwaves. He is putting together a documentary on the Durrell-Miller letters which is … Continue reading →

Another of those changing gear moments on the underground: I threw myself into a crowded train, my mind full of all the heap of stuff it is always full of. I looked up and saw the familiar red and black … Continue reading →

One of life’s weird coincidences: a section of my mother’s written memoir that got left out of Amateurs in Eden was about their first holiday after the disastrous move to Lincolnshire. They went to Cromer, on the North Norfolk coast, … Continue reading →