5th form at st river’s telegram for a tackling cove known as andrews of arcadia ja how the words have floated by in five years. some on the crest of a wave, others stagnant in the flood relief, one or two litters drowned in a gunny sack up the eddy. it seems apt i should […]
by John Andrews. Thursday: The clock in Arcadia is neither twenty four hour nor nine to five and today the time it sets is no different, for Thursday is when the week begins and ends with a 5am pot of tea drunk trawlerman style from the spout, and a first breakfast of the remains of […]
Last night, at Hampstead’s finest watering hole The Stag, Andrews of Arcadia put together an evening’s entertainment in support of the latest issue of An Antidote to Indifference. It was fantastic – a packed house on one of the most miserable days of the year.
top brass in wetwood being the first letter from the camembert, written on solar powered quink: ja as i write, things fall from trees in the new equinox. yellow morning leaves on the yurt roof, the thud of acorns on corrugated iron; pigeons felled by hunter’s popguns, conkers crushed on the lanes, the first wormy […]
We began publishing the correspondence between Dexter Petley and John Andrews back in May 2007 making Letter From Arcadia the longest running feature on Caught by the River. It’s made for a fascinating archive and you can go back to the very beginning by clicking HERE.