Stumbling about the Cheshire countryside soon after sparrow-fart

Body took brain on a walk yesterday morning. Brain didn’t want to go, but cabin-fever loomed and body prevailed, insisting upon at least a brief sashay and a short shuffle in the open air. If nothing else, said body, it keeps that musty smell a little at bay. Anyway, what did we spy on our…

Sir Isaac Newton, gravity wells, apples and the Dark Side of the Moon

Day something-or-other of our wanderings while Cardinal Wolsey is was being blacked (hull blacked, that is, not black-balled or admitted into the High Order of Blick & White Minstrels). Sir Isaac Newton’s home, Woolsthorpe Manor, near Grantham in Lincolnshire. Wow. Just, wow. The place felt magical – steeped in history (and none of the history…