Five miles north of my Robin Hood’s Bay finishing point, I decompress at Whitby, a town with a population of 10,000 which I never would have guessed. A good place… Read more

I thoroughly enjoy taking photos of individuals. In a different life, I would have loved to be a photojournalist. Recently, our son Charles sent me news about the death of… Read more

Mary and I enjoy gardening. So, I notice garden spaces as I walk through England. Everybody who has planted plants from astilbe to zenias has probably heard of “English cottage… Read more

Tea or Coffee? Why ask? Everybody knows the answer. If you are from the States or the Mediterranean world, then the answer is coffee. If you are from England, then… Read more

“I’m laughing at clouds so dark up above.” No offense to Gene Kelly, but that is not how this last day goes. Rain, rain, and more rain. I am fortunate.… Read more

In Atlanta, we have six Oak trees, five Japanese “Red Cedar” Cryptomeria, a Gingko (the oldest living species at 200 million years), and a Dawn Redwood (also probably million years… Read more

Wolfgang doesn’t know. “If I tell you how to go to White Horse Farm Inn, I’d be lying.” “I’ve owned the Buck Inn for fifteen years, but I still don’t… Read more

An English village without a parish church is inconceivable, unimaginable. It is as if small town Georgia had no Dominos or Subways or high school football stadiums more grand than… Read more

There are three sheep related facts that I know. First, I like socks and shirts made from Spanish originated Merino wool. Second, I know that in the late medieval and… Read more

Yesterday from Kirkby Stephen to Keld, a walk shaped by clouds and fog. The ubiquitous gray. Family room, bedroom, kitchen walls painted a gray going out of style. The gray… Read more