A circular 7.5 mile walk in the Forest of Bowland, visiting each of the two parent tributaries of the River Wyre. Part of the Wyre Way footpath.
Unravelling the Wyre
Your comfort drone
My childhood fantasy is your future nightmare.
Baldwin the Bold
I named him BalwinBecause it means ‘bold friend’He’s much bolder than IBut nowhere near as bald.Hopping into her potting shedWithout asking permissionStealing treatsAsking for favoursFistfuls of fatAtrophied mealsSwell his cropBetween badges of greyNot normally noted on a black-breasted bird. That’s how we know it is himIt’s his i.d.That’s meSays heUnder our apple treeNear to her … Continue reading Baldwin the Bold
The New Old Tram Bridge
My home city’s newest bridge has opened. It’s been a long time coming. In another sense it’s been here for over two centuries. The much-cherished Old Tram Bridge spans the River Ribble at the eastern edge of Avenham Park, a green civic space close to the city centre. There’s been a bridge here since the … Continue reading The New Old Tram Bridge
Old Tram’s Bridge
Preston's newest bridge opens next week. Don't cross the fellow who lives under it.
Trumpet the Tit
Loud voices, false promises, afterlife in the undergrowth.
Long time Milk Woodlanding
How a wimpish schoolboy was introduced to the first play he would go on to produce and revisit the most. Why this seventy-year-old classic is still relevant today.
The Journey’s end perpetuated
An appreciation of the David Cousins Celebration Concert held at Bangor University, Saturday 28th February 2026.
Deny AI: be a Nifan
I have invented a new acronym. I did not use AI. Here’s why, together with some thoughts on creative integrity and a prophecy of artificial indoctrination.
The Gaze of Gerontius
The garden has gained a new old gargoyle. We wonder what he's thinking.
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