In a Lonely Place: A Return to the Berney Arms

A return to Berney Arms, via what is perhaps East Anglia's most remote train station. The weather was unseasonably cold: the pub has closed: the landscape expansive.

A Groping and Random Fashion: Ghosts in the Harford Hills

Easter Sunday morning skulking in the woods, and I came across the remains of a haphazard campsite / drug den. A thin plastic sheet erected from a few branches, blowing in the wind, put me in mind of a certain M R James bedsheet ghost: "... at once the spectator realised, with some horror and some relief, that it must be blind, for it seemed to feel about it with its muffled arms in a groping and random fashion..."

Coltishall in Colour

Having a play around with colour for the first time in what seems like a while. Walking the quieter spots of Coltishall, just outside of Norwich.

Selected Ambient Dread

The Mean Old Man of the Woods

With Halloween just around the corner, and all that.