The Frome Fossil Long long ago my eldest sister landed her first job. She found a flat she could just afford, but she still needed a few...

FOSSIL 79: November 2020 BONFIRE NIGHT It’s one of those gin-clear evenings in early winter. Dusk is thickening very slowly, and the sky...

FOSSIL 77: September 2020 “What are you?” my grandmother used to ask me. Usually when I’d done something overly irritating or stupid. I...

FOSSIL 76: July 2020 “Get off my land!” has been the alarm call of farmers throughout the ages. Up to a point, you can’t blame them....

FROME FOSSIL 75: June 2020 A few weeks ago we sat in the garden drinking coffee and reading. The newspaper rustled, insects buzzed,...

FROME FOSSIL 74: May 2020 It was like going on holiday. We drove up and over the swell of Mendip, along little roads straight as arrows....