First published in The Scotsman’s Weekend Magazine, 18 April 1998. See explanatory note below It was the espresso machine that started it. Staying with a friend in New York, I fell in love with her coffee maker. This was not …
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Surveying the rolling fields of East Suffolk from a rise in the land a little to the north of Henley, I could hardly contain my surprise. It’s a view I know well, being part of my twice-weekly fair-weather perignations, and …
Regaining the power of the pedal after three months with a broken leg. A dart of pain shot up from my ankle as I threw my right leg over the crossbar. As my weight settled on the saddle, though, the …
(And my first attempt at an audio boo).