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Over the Christmas period I made one of the hardest decisions I've had to face and I chose to leave both my treasured bands, Wod and Tel... -
2013 has begun in the worst possible way imaginable with the loss of our unborn baby at 19 weeks. She was beautiful and perfect and we were ...
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Fifteen years ago, like many people in Oxford and indeed up and down the country, I took part in the Newbury Bypass anti-roads campaign. I w... -
I've just started reading Patrick Leigh Fermor's A Time of Gifts , and though I'm only a few pages in, already I'm gripped. ... -
Earlier this year I met John Letts of the Oxford Bread Group , a campaigner for real bread and a grower of old, endangered varieties of whe... -
Oh my, I've really done it now. I've turned the apple cart good and proper with my last post . I was expecting a healthy debate but ...
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A few weekends ago I was sat round a fire in Devon chatting to a warm and fascinating couple who, it transpired, are training to be granicer...
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Shroom: ten years on
I find it hard to believe but it's exactly ten years since my book Shroom: A Cultural History of the Magic Mushroom was published. Thou...
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I find it hard to believe but it's exactly ten years since my book Shroom: A Cultural History of the Magic Mushroom was published. Thou... -
This quote is from the current issue of Chanter , the magazine of the Bagpipe Society . As that organ might, ahem, be a bit specialist for m... -
One of the more persistent myths about the fly-agaric mushroom , Amanita muscaria , the familiar red and white-spotted mushrooms of fairy-ta... -
Some people hate the bagpipes. Fair enough. But when they tell me this I remind them that in all probability it's the Great Highland B... -
News that the psilly season is officially underway (with early reports that this might prove to be a bumper year) means it's a good time... -
More neatly than marmite, bagpipes or the EU referendum, the question of Morris dancing divides the nation. For many it is, as folk musician...
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I’m not sure when I saw my first crop circle. I’m guessing it was in the summer of 1991 on one of my annual pilgrimages to Avebury . The cir...
