Lines on an Autumnal Evening

“Scenes of my Hope! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve! Tearful and saddening with the sadden’d blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze” (Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1793) This time last year (pretty much), as I write this, we were just pulling in to the […]

Cartmel and Greta Hall

From now on The Trip gets a little truncated. I have never been good at maths but I know that six into four won’t go. Some divergence from canon is necessary. So today began at Bashall Eaves in earshot of Whitewell. Over a full Irish breakfast (white pudding apparently) we learned that our journey was […]

The Trip: setting off

I suppose the idea began the first time I saw The Trip, inasmuch as it started from an idle thought  along the lines of “I’d like to do that one day”. The first time I saw it was on its first airing in the UK, on BBC2, back in the autumn of 2010. Life was different […]