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And Charlotte sighs

Reality is fickle. The day is warm, the breeze light to non-existent. Technology tells us we’ve arrived at our destination. But technology is wrong, bamboozled by forces beyond its ken. A woman with bright red lipstick, walking a dog, stops … Continue reading

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Weathering Heights [The Great Escape, day 2]

‘Don’t trust anyone who tells you they know a short-cut!’ So says one young woman as a group of them emerge from the deep shade of many trees on a  steeply sloping hillside. We take no short cuts. But still … Continue reading

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