In Clitheroe: From a high hill

“Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.” Standing on a high hill in Clitheroe, north east […]


Were I still in the business of offering career advice to young entrepreneurs, then my current advice would be that they could do a lot worse than get into the gates business. As the rich get richer and the rest of us get what we always get, the better off are getting pretty serious about […]