A Summer visit to the Med – and peasant food fit for kings.  Just thinking about it lifts the spirits.  Our poet Colin Hopkirk brings us the savour of Menorcan dried salted cod and beans on this Day 574 of the daily poems … Bacalao Bacalao and beansfarmers’ beanslightly dressedin garlic and fresh herbsvirgin oilthe… Continue reading

It is Day 573 of the daily poems … Little Eva’s 81st birthday.  She’s long gone, we’re not Doing the Loco-Motion, but it is a sunny Saturday morning and people are taking to the sky to fly off on their holidays: here in Wivenhoe we are under the easterly flight path of Stansted Airport and… Continue reading

Climate change is happening.  And it is scary.  Maybe it’s time for a little light-hearted diversion from that serious subject, as our poet Tony Oswick celebrates his charming summer cookie.  It is Day 572 of the daily poems … My sensuous summer cookie Yes you’re yummy, oh so scrummy, how I want you in my… Continue reading

Day 571 of the daily poems … the summer sun has been tanning the faces and arms of pale Northerners in recent days.  Some have been off to even sunnier climes.  Our poet Colin Hopkirk writes “In the south east of Menorca there’s a town that once was a small fishing village. Today it’s a tourist… Continue reading

During this spell of hot and dry weather we are watering the pot plants regularly.   Your Editor senses a drought.  But soon the rains will come.  Day 570 of the daily poems …  Drought dried outyellow lawns light footfallof crows walking with hauteurtheir halls of grass chattering and chaffingcooling their charcoal wings windows are… Continue reading