Memphis, the blues, and cardigans

Greetings from Memphis. I’m writing this from a internet cafe a stone’s throw from Sun Studio, an internet cafe that seems also to double up as a knitwear shop. I’ve not been surrounded by this many cardigans since I was on Fair Isle. Memphis is...

Greetings from Memphis. I’m writing this from a internet cafe a stone’s throw from Sun Studio, an internet cafe that seems also to double up as a knitwear shop. I’ve not been surrounded by this many cardigans since I was on Fair Isle. Memphis is...

Tiptoe through the Tupelos #3

This morning I head for the Greyhound Bus Terminal, and Memphis. The home of the blues, Beale Street and Elvis Presley. In fact, today is the 50th anniversary of the release of ‘Heartbreak Hotel’, which is coincidentally where I’ll be staying when I...

Tiptoe through the Tupelos #2

This is one weird country. Nobody walks anywhere. Believe it or not, given my less than athletic girth and stature, I do like to do a lot of walking when I’m away – I find it much easier to get the feelfor a place if I’m wandering around rather than...

Tiptoe through the Tupelos

I’m in a roadside motel on the fringes of Tupelo, Mississippi. I’m bleary-eyed, unshaven, bloodshot, nearly insane with jetlag – and I’ve only been here about sixteen hours. Still, I’ve already had one of those experiences that restores...