The weather's making up for the long dry spell; the towpath is quagged and trench foot is never too far away. Coming over from Bris...

Good Friday's Bank Holiday found me alongside the wharf at Dundas Basin, and setting out my cards and a new display board for some ...

For World Poetry Day, here's a little guerrilla poetry on the towpath. I'm sure you can work out the back story! (Boat Teenag...

The lights were on at the Fisherman’s Rest but nobody was at home; for their halves of mild had added a zest to the anglers’ habitual...

Tucked in the early mist, the hill was softly snoring to the distant woodpeckers' drumming. A line of three roe deer crossed the...

The Bradford Flight ( total locks: one ) is border country; above it, the broad sunlit uplands of the upper Avon; below, the steep woo...

Jim arrived with a great bag of climbing gear on the back of his bike. "I thought I'd do that willow," he said. "An...