Saving Pages: A selection of vintage bookmarks

When I was growing up my parents were second-hand booksellers in Bristol. As well as providing ready access to lots of books, it also meant that I got my hands on all kinds of bookmarks.

I recently rediscovered a box filled with some of these cardboard treasures that I once collected.


A futile list of sounds (with an explanation of sorts)

It doesn’t take much to make a familiar place unfamiliar. A change in the weather – rain, bright sunshine, or more dramatically, snowfall or fog can all do it. Smells too – who hasn’t found themselves aware of sniffing more consciously than normal when drains are blocked, or there’s a whiff of barbecue, bonfire or worse in the air?

And then of course there are a place’s distinctive sounds.


Balham enters the Anthropocene

I wonder what the collective noun for nature-writers would be? A ‘Concern’, an ‘Observance’, a ‘Disappearance’, or perhaps, inevitably, a ‘Nostalgia’?

At the inaugural Balham Literary Festival, I was lucky enough to encounter several different members of the group…