Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard, but not in Washington So … Washington. Not DC and not the President, but the small village that describes itself as nestling gently in the side of the Chanctonbury Ring. Maybe it did once. Today it huddles alongside the A24, like a dog kicked out of a car at […]

Martin Pippin quest: AdversaneAdversane on a raw, windy day in December bears little resemblance to the village Farjeon writes about. The cottages from which the children would have come to play are still there, although with several rather sinister looking vehicles parked outside. The road is busy: no parent would allow young children to become […]