How one obscure Bristol back-alley runs through two millennia of history: from Romano-British settlements, to Friars, burial grounds, muggers and rudely uprooted Walnut trees.
If it is possible to be haunted by a place, then I think that I am. In this case it is Ashley Vale in Bristol – an exceptional urban oasis caught between the tracks, containing allotments, woods, hilltops and a pub next door to a farm.
In a city of hills, one in particular stands out. Today Brandon Hill is a leafy, peaceful, city centre park, but over the course of more than 900 years, it has been the site of political protest, feasts, riots, celebrations, farewells, gun emplacements, hermits’ chapels and public clothes washing.
A new way to go behind the scenes of some of Bristol’s most historic buildings.
Landscapes, imagined and remembered, have always played a central role in literature.
The fascinating relationship between writers and the British landscape is currently explored in a new exhibition at The British Library: Writing Britain: Wastelands to Wonderlands. Here are some thoughts it inspired.
I really do only exist because of a bookshop – my Mum’s Wise Owl Bookshop in Bristol. This is the story – plus lots of fascinating links for bookshop lovers.
As a teenager in the eighties my hometown seemed blessed with a surprising variety of record shops, but I always saw Revolver as the one true emporium of cool.