long shadows

22nd July 2018 Alec 0

Before the long-witheld chalice of adulthood, pub gardens were the size of national parks. I’m reminded of this when I see young children frolic across […]

climate change

26th December 2017 Alec 0

I sit at the bar of the Robin Hood in St Albans with a pint of Harvey’s Sussex Best. It’s Christmas Eve and I couldn’t […]

the reluctant pub-goer

15th July 2017 Alec 1

In Verulamium Park I lie in the shadows of lime and sycamore with my T-shirt flung aside. It’s baking. The atmosphere out in the open […]

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Albion august

30th August 2016 Alec 4

August azure   The pores of your skin dilate from the lurid heat. The way the light in the evening sends people’s shadows spilling across […]