
100 Things to Do in the Park, Part Two
The first 50 Carve your initials into the bark of a tree. Organise an egg-and-spoon race. Organise a fête. Fly Continue reading
The first 50 Carve your initials into the bark of a tree. Organise an egg-and-spoon race. Organise a fête. Fly Continue reading
Think of a question that has been with you for a while. And then think of a place in nature Continue reading
Sit on a bench. Play tennis. Ride your bike. Sunbathe on the grass. Run and jog. Drink coffee, tea, a Continue reading
All I seem to leave the house for is sex and the gym, which feel somehow, now that I write Continue reading
A good workout deserves a reward. That’s the way my mind works. This evening I couldn’t settle until I’d had Continue reading
The park is the countryside. The park is a patch of countryside, transplanted, or a remnant of what was here Continue reading
What is it about maps? Not so much the regular kind of maps, the ones that try to depict things, Continue reading
It was the ultimate café. Everything I wanted from a place to write. Good tea, good cake, beautiful scenery, people Continue reading