poetry
Storm Isha, Storm Jocelyn... and the endless distraction of fallen trees
This week, poet and artist Frieda Hughes reflects on wind damage to her London home – and the way in which the weather can take us away from our normal lives with its own tumultuous urgency
Friday 26 January 2024 14:23 GMT
After the Portimao racetrack I rode the Estoril circuit, where Ian Hutchinson
Crashed at the end of the start-finish straight at 180 miles an hour;
He walked away from motorcycle wreckage they could fit into a handbag.