Salt and Shingle
Whenever I think of the place, it’s a grey autumn day in November. Stirrings of Christmas, mist in the air, chill clinging to clothing, those little drops of moisture that would bead my fleece with […]
Articles by Gary Budden
The Camper Van and the Criminal Justice Bill
After the divorce, the nineties began. My father, guilt ridden, took it upon himself to make amends and began taking my younger brother and me on a series of trips around the British Isles. […]
Stud Marsh
It’s been a long time. The bird freewheels through the air, soars above the reed-beds, dives into the marsh hunting frogs, smaller birds, water voles. The wetlands that form an isolated NNR, just outside the […]
Coming Down
A dirty street in South London. Smoke-breath gusts in freezing air. The promise of snow. A huddle of patch-jacket smokers shuddering and inhaling outside the pub. A few piercings, studs, heads newly scalped, boots, army […]