Richard Lutz plunders his archive to remember what happened last week…..
Richard Lutz trawls through the wreckage of another week.
Richard Lutz wrestles with the wreckage of another week.
Richard Lutz gets lost in Shakespeare country.
Richard Lutz wanders through Warwickshire, hears a choir, fails at a pub quiz and ponders the world of sharks
Richard Lutz rambles through another seven days.
Richard Lutz looks back in langour at the past seven days
It is not yet winter. But autumn has passed, says Richard Lutz