In a recent Dabbler post, Nige sang the praises of the River Wandle. But as Jonathan Law explains, the river also had a profound significance for a great Victorian... On a sultry morning in May, Nige celebrated the rebirth of the little River Wandle, now running fresh and clear through Sutton, ... Read More...
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From pubs in trees to childhood dens, Jonathan now concludes his arboreal notes with a treehouse for the old... In my last post, I mused on the fierce comfort that children take from their tree houses and brooded on what these knocked together and wholly gratuitous structures could mean to us, ... Read More...
Continuing his tree house theme, Jonathan Law peeks into the arboreal dens of two great poets... To an averagely imaginative child, a tree house surely offers a unique combination of delights. Like other outdoor dens, it is a liminal space where the wild consorts oddly with the domestic and the homely ... Read More...
Having taken us to pubs inside trees and vice versa, Jonathan visits the wild man of 17th Century Dorset... His house was perfectly of the old fashion, in the midst of a large park, well stocked with deer; and near the house, rabbits for his kitchen; many fish ponds; great stores ... Read More...
On the next stage of his meandering journey, Jonathan Law discovers some unlikely treehouses... If there’s anything more hobbit-like than a tree inside a pub, I suppose it would have to be a pub inside a tree. The Big Baobab [above] is a pub in the hollow trunk of a 72-foot ... Read More...
At The Dabbler we are blessed with the finest commenters on the internet. Jonathan Law’s comments are so deep, rich and insightful (and frankly he’s costing us a fortune in Glengoyne whisky) that we have invited him to write his own feature. Notes in the Margin will be an irregular column ... Read More...
An eerily perfect etching casts a chilly spell over Jonathan Law. Winter in the cathedral city – somewhere in the north of England, some time (we might guess) in the earlier 1500s. Gothic structures rise from the earth, rear ponderously skyward, and lose themselves in the glistening, frosty light. Snow on ... Read More...
