Brits in the USA

On the indistinct water's edge where the crumbling land meets Hampton Roads, these fishermen seemed to be more wary of my camera than th...

Looking over slabs of cracked concrete and sodden parking lots as is often the way during these interminable afternoons at work, I am struck...

I love this picture of Beachy Head, not just because it's unusual to get such a shining, azure day that sparkles on the chalk in England...

This season I am mostly missing Twiglets. While it can hardly be said that the wheat-based snack shaped like small twigs was a fashion acces...

Suddenly almost without warning it is spring. After interminable weekends when the snow hung around, a dirty and unwelcome guest at a wake, ...

I'd be more concerned about my diffidence if I wasn't so diffident. But lately I've been wondering about the word I've clung...

Americans seem to revel in St Patrick's Day. As March 17 approaches the radio is buzzing with the news of Irish celebrations at local ba...

I’m not sure if ‘zoo’ is Latin for: “place where miserable children traipse around in the vain hope of seeing animals in hibernation.” If it...

The snow was back yesterday, although I hardly noticed. We've just had a baby boy and the last three days have been a half waking, half ...

Just when I was feeling guilty about not blogging for a week or two, along comes a study by the Pew Research Center saying blogging is for o...

As visitor attractions go the Great Dismal Swamp doesn't always feel like the most rewarding place to visit. If you go to the Grand Cany...