Simon Barnes

1 week ago | sussexexpress.co.uk | Simon Barnes

Watch more of our videos on ShotsTV.com and on Freeview 262 or Freely 565Visit Shots! nowThe inspiration for Who is in My Garden came from a magical time when we lived in a cottage with a beautiful, walled garden. It was a haven filled with shrubs, trees, and lively wildlife, all nestled beneath the watchful presence of our local cathedral.

2 weeks ago | thecricketer.com | Simon Barnes

MEMBERS-ONLY CONTENTSpring into action - the changing of the season brings the ultimate rewardSIMON BARNES: It’s time to take down the goalposts and measure out 22 paces. All the technology in the world can't affect the annual tilt of the Earth towards the sun, and that brings us spring every year. And cricket. [~~OAKPAYWALL~~]Your comment .... Post Comment Please ensure all fields are completed before submitting your comment!

2 weeks ago | theneweuropean.co.uk | Simon Barnes

Where is Donald Trump in the canon of European literature? Have any of our great writers foretold him, defined him, nailed him for all time in prose or verse? Can Trump – or at least someone closely resembling him – be found in our pages, on our bookshelves? This is a quest for our times, and where better to start it than hell, in the 34 cantos of Dante’s Inferno? Certainly, there’s a better chance of finding Trump here than in the subsequent 66 cantos of Purgatorio and Paradiso.

1 month ago | theneweuropean.co.uk | Simon Barnes

In the silence after I stopped paddling the canoe, a sudden shout from the banks of a river in the Broads. Cetti’s warbler. Unmistakable. Loud, strident, shouty, sweary. And for a moment I wished that Donald Trump were in the boat with me. Well, in a way.

1 month ago | simonbarnesauthor.co.uk | Simon Barnes

It was the day before the equinox. It was still officially winter then, but try telling that to the singing thrushes and great tits and to the celandines on the riverbank. For my money spring lasts from one solstice to the next: when every day is longer and lighter than the one before, it’s spring. My kayak was moving very sweetly beneath me, the wind gentle, the current gentler.