Cottarton Cottage

Far away in the galaxy is an anti- planet, made of anti-matter, where a man walks into an anti-bar, sits down at the anti-counter, orders a...

“Good morning, is this the Cottarton Cottage slave labour camp?” Amber asked, when I picked up the phone, implying that we actually have sl...

  Why is Aldous Huxley popping up on the Cottarton Blog? It’s because, unlike with JFK and C.S. Lewis,  the 50th anniversary of his death, ...

One defining moment in my life was a couple of years ago when Amber and I, driving toward Dartmoor , decided to stop by Ilford Park . For ...

 Recently I arrived at Cottarton with a box full of bees. During the last couple of hours of the journey  the buzzing from the back of the ...

There he was. Despite the high fence at the bottom of the field, the extra barbed wire, and my conviction that our field was deer proof...

    If you spend a night at Cottarton, you can be sure that the first thing that Amber will ask you in the morning is not whether you sle...