Philip Judge

I was planning to do some strimming when my wife said we should plant Comfrey. Eager for distraction I looked it up. A bit like a mauve bluebell, it’s(...)

I was planning to do some strimming when my wife said we should plant comfrey. Eager for distraction I looked it up. A bit like a mauve bluebell it’s (...)

A week or two ago I walked through San Francisco in a high wind and heavy rain. It was not what I’d expected. Having packed T-shirts, linen and shorts(...)

I need to construct a new henhouse and this time I ought to properly consider its design. I built our first for my wife’s birthday – not overwhelmingl(...)

I just spent a month in a Chicago apartment and I might be a changed man. My balcony opened onto a forest of skyscrapers: each one a concrete, glass o(...)

As a young man living in the city I was oblivious to the allure of the Magimix but years of country life have made me more susceptible to its charms. (...)

More than a decade ago I made my first “Welly Tree”. Consisting of broom handles stuck into a lump of wood, it was a convenient way of storing muddy b(...)

I never suspected I’d one day yearn for a preserving pan but now I wish I’d asked for one for Christmas. The bright snowdrops and brave daffodils fail(...)

Christmas has left an awful lot of freshly acquired stuff behind and our cottage seems to have shrunk. For years a slow motion tsunami of accumulating(...)

Christmas is almost here and I am just where I want to be: in an armchair, a glass of something sticky at my elbow, scoffing Christmas cake and contem(...)