Curry, A Biography

This morning, contemplating my lifelong relationship with curry, I took my usual route to Colliers Wood, turned right into Merton High Street, and continued to Tooting Bec Station where I boarded a tube train back to Morden. Passing a hoarding on the road which forms a bridge dividing two sections of the Wandle Trail, IContinue reading “Curry, A Biography”

The Listener Setters’ Dinner

This morning, tramping around Morden Hall Park, I came across two young men examining the construction of a bridge, in preparation for a boardwalk through the wetlands.  As I said, this should save our shoes and trouser bottoms.  This meant I just had to investigate that waterlogged area.  I should have tried out my new wellies,Continue reading “The Listener Setters’ Dinner”