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My country has no flag. Its has no national anthem, although some of its citizens are partial to folk music and Morris dancing. No seething, populous crowds cheer my country on, with loud or incoherent cries in the street. Its citizens do not rally round meaningless symbols and engineer fake outrage at nonexistent bans, nor [...]

Last week I went skiing with work. How lucky am I? Well, given I’m not the sort of person who would necessary like skiing—an extrovert’s sport, with potential for showing off and excessive consumption, both of which I grumpily frown on—then the jury would be out. But I loved it.
Obviously the fact that it was [...]

Continuing to live in Oxford and its shire, first as a graduate, then as a publishing junior, now as a senior geek, has meant that many of the Proustian experiences that might call forth some halcyon day or other have largely been diluted over time. Ten recollections often crowd around the single, sharp, painful one [...]

There’s a set of animals which, on my journeys home, have a particular quality that I’d describe—if pushed—as eldritch. Horses, deer, barn owls. All of these animals stir some atavistic sense of wonder and fear inside me, and when they fleetingly flash past me I can see how my ancestors thought of them as ghosts, [...]

There are phantom cows in a field near our offices. The horses chew the grass at one end of the enclosure, accompanied by a pony who spent a whole summer two years ago pretending to be their foal, in order to be fed apples. At the other end is their stable, the ground around it [...]

K. and I are back from our wet weekend in Brighton. Without meaning to, I ended up indulging my weakness for out-of-season coastal towns: this particular location was quite lovely, with the shops on the pier dotted with boarded-up units, and the groynes and coastal walks quiet and windswept; the city centre was probably still [...]

Yesterday, like most other days, I cycled to and from work between rolling Cotswold fields. For a change, though, I took a minor detour: via a train from Charlbury to London Paddington, across to Islington and back in time for a return train, and then from Oxford station along the Eynsham road and home.
Cycling across [...]

My diary claims that Friday is the summer solstice. Saturday would be more convenient. And the adventist calendar for 2008 is silent on the matter, and precession complicates matters anyway.
We’d like to celebrate it, anyway, as it’s a day when you can justify getting up or staying up at times when you would normally still [...]

This weekend I cycled from Witney to Oxford, to meet up with K. and her city-stranded bike, and then to return with her to the Cotswolds. Because she’s not had the cycling experience I’ve had, and because the A40 is a miserable road even with the semi-emasculating off-road cycle path, I decided to try a [...]

I see one of the most tedious (yet admittedly pretty) gastropubs in Oxford has burnt down (from i_ludicrous). That’s what you get for causing havoc with your ley lines.
How sad to see this happen once again. Oh, when will we ever learn? If you have a waitress blocking the path of pub customers as they [...]

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