On Father’s Day earlier this summer my family gave me, among other things, a guidebook to South Devon, in preparation for our holiday this month. I flicked through it that same afternoon and noted Kents Cavern, a cave complex near Babbacombe, as a place to visit. Bones have been discovered here that provide the oldest… Continue reading Holiday notes: Kents Cavern
I am a middle child: older brother, younger sister, me in the middle. What do you think about that? What does it mean to you? It probably depends on your own circumstances: whether you had siblings and, if so, how many, and the order in which you were born. Many of the families we knew… Continue reading On being in the middle
What do you know about Gilbert Scott, if anything? I can trace my knowledge of him (or rather them) to a conversation in the 1980s with a college friend who was studying architecture. He told me about two Gilbert Scotts, both architects, and both noted for creating things that you almost certainly know about. We… Continue reading Gilbert Scott
