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If only every autumn day was like today, what a happy lot we would be.

Goats cheese and aubergine, pheasant and lentils, pear and almond, coffee and truffle.  Another magnificent lunch at Broomhill Art Hotel near Barnstaple.  The food they serve is, as far as possible, sourced locally.  They create their own charcuterie from free range meat and grow vegetables and salad on site.  All these factors add up toContinue reading “Last Admiral Standing”

It makes passers-by smile, it isn’t a car park, it recycles, it is productive.  Why not?

In the next few weeks there will be some new characters in the Off the Edge Show.  Let me introduce you to one of them.  His name is Ram.  In case it has escaped your notice, he is a lifesize (if not larger) sculpture of a male sheep, he has a rather mischevious glint inContinue reading “Introducing – Ram”

My natural style is carefree and careless.  I try to make my posts light-hearted, fun and hopefully a little bit cheeky.  Although acutely aware of the existence of Quentin Tarantino I prefer to spend most of my days a la Doris Day.  Occasionally however I feel the need to write something a little more serious,Continue reading “The Green Man and a Real Gentleman”

After the yesterday’s gales it is a miracle that there is single leaf left on a single tree.  This bashful beech however wasn’t quite ready to reveal all and has clung tightly on to her folial underskirt.  Not for long, though, not for long.

I’ve been snooping again.  In truth I rarely stop.  On reflection perhaps the word “snooping” is a little harsh.  The word might roll deliciously off the tongue like a cough candy twist but it also suggests activities that may well be of interest to the local constabulary.  I will try again. I have been showingContinue reading “Snoop”

With extreme generosity I have given myself the rest of November off.  It is a buffer zone of decadence between the past and the future.  This does not mean that I will stop posting, just that I will be continuing in the rather random fashion I have utilised over the past three months.  Then theContinue reading “Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken”

“There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.” (Hamlet, iv. 5.)