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What My Tomatoes Told Me

Mid-August is an evocative time here in Southern England and after a sociable and luxuriously fed weekend there was nothing quite like rounding it off quietly in my small courtyard garden with a simple supper under the fading blue skies…

Shall I sing you a song?

Would you like me to sing you a song? Well, tough. I have lost my singing voice. Doesn’t he go on? I can hear you now as I mention that dreaded word illness. Now don’t worry, I am not going…

We Will Remember Them

Harry Patch who was 111 years old, will be buried today after what will be a moving and what appears to be a national ceremony of some significance for all of us. As I write, crowds gather outside Wells Cathedral…

Cricket Stumped

Sometime ago, I found myself standing in a Philadelphia park with a grizzled old black ex-cop. We were watching a cricket match and I was struggling to explain the rules of this complex and absorbing English sport. He said, without…