I wonder if any of the people enjoying a pint in the sun outside the Red Lion by Bishop's Bridge can see me scrambling about in the...

It is Maytime, and the ruins of the city walls seethe with life. Clouds of cow parsley, stately poppies, kingcup, red campion, wood...

I haphazardly pick my way across the cobble stones of Elm Hill, conscious of their tendency to twist my ankles sideways whether I’m...