In this Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp recalls clambering to a secret Exmoor beach - Selworthy Sands
Martin Hesp
In this Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp recalls clambering to a secret Exmoor beach - Selworthy Sands
In his 51st Exmoor Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp remembers the last time his village had a big celebratory event - such as the one we should have ben enjoying this VE Day
In his 50th coronavirus lockdown diary Martin Hesp takes a walk around his own parish of Old Cleeve
In today’s Exmoor Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp looks forward to some hot-smoked food - easy to do and absolutely delicious
Bob Bell writes another Lockdown Letter from America - this time about the books he reads
In this Exmoor Lockdown Diary, Martin Hesp consider’s England’s greatest spring season pleasure - fresh asparagus.
In his 46th consecutive lockdown diary Martin Hesp begins to dream of the many hot deserts he’s visited down the years.
Bob Bell is using the lockdown to go through his bedside drawer
In his latest Exmoor Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp recalls a long series he once wrote about the harbours of the West Country
In this Exmoor Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp recalls living at a local manor house for a decade-and-a-half
Strange: we call it “lockdown” - over in the States they call it “Shelter In Place”, which somehow sounds more English
Today’s Exmoor Lockdown Diary contains a podcast full of songs about… Well, what else, but cider…
In this lockdown diary Martin Hesp looks at the old railway line which played a major role in the valley where he lives
An interview with a Hollywood starlet - a woman who’d been a countess and goodness knows what else.
In his 40th Lockdown Diary Martin Hesp talks ab out his forthcoming book of short stories - all penned during the coronavirus pandemic
Bluebells are at their prime right now despite the dreadful pandemic lockdown - pity ore of us can’t get out to see them
Bob Bell continues his memoirs of the music business - getting to know and promote Roomful of Blues
Another lockdown diary and this time it’s all about barbecuing food
Martin Hesp recalls making an 18-mile walk with poets James Crowden and Catherine Simmonds