Reassuringly if you live in the Fens, or discouragingly if you are a Fen tiger* of old, I can bare witness to the fact that there really are groups of men sitting and watching the water in our dykes. To the untrained eye, having peered into one of the more meagre manmade ditches myself, I was ...

England is a country of undoubted natural beauty, almost forgotten and overshadowed by cinematic New Zealand and other readily filmed countries. Such panoramic foreign delights may light up our faces at the cinema but we must again turn our attention back to our own treasures. If the lens of Peter Jackson were to grace our rolling hills and patchwork fields, ...

As nectarines trundle along conveyer belts above puddles of urine,
whilst miserable arms protrude from sodden pants squeezing and
tweaking their skins for ripeness…