Dear friends the world over,


As I sit here in the last of the sunshine, marvelling at the gang of house-martens hoovering up insects all around me whilst narrowly avoiding careering into my head, I realise it’s been a while…

Dear friends out there in the wide world,

As I finally get a moment of neither driving nor singing, I find myself back in an industrial unit in Well Rough waiting for a new calliper and a length of cable…

Dear Friends around the world,

I find myself looking out at dappled sunshine on rampant undergrowth for the first time in what seems like forever.

As the south of Europe burns in the fierce heat and prevailing winds, one reason…

Dear listeners and readers of the world,

Deepest thanks to all the wonderful folks who have made our wee jaunt to the Scottish borders such an absolute delight. It was a true joy to catch up with so many dear…

Dear friends near and far,

For those of you who’ve been reading my rants for years, my apologies for the long radio-silence. For those of you who we’ve only just met in the last couple of weeks, welcome; what a…

Dear friends around the world,

After a long, hard winter shivering in various parts of a building-site, wrestling with French bureaucracy and enduring rather too much existential despair, spring has finally burst onto the scene around these parts. The radio…

Dear friends out there in the wide world, 

Solstice greetings to you all, d’rect from the cross-bones of the year, well at least that's where I started, but thanks to the merciless onslaught of time and the vagaries of internet…

Dear friends,

Greetings from my first opportunity to communicate in some time, and welcome to all who’ve joined the mailing list over the summer. 

As the nights draw in, the moon grows fat, and westlin winds usher in a whole…

Dear friends, 

Greetings from the heart of summer, and a brief moment where I don’t have to drive the van. As the world burns and a panoply of political incompetents jostle for primacy in the race to take soup off…

Dear all, 

So finally the blonde beast is vanquished, hoist on his own petard. 

Like a synthesis of Ahab and Moby Dick; fifty-seven or so resignatory harpoons hanging from his rubbery skin, the white whale ploughs the tide, plunging still…