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The helpless, the hopeless, the despondent

I reached out my hand for the bin bag only to realise it was a baby in a car seat. In a rare fit of practical action I was helping sort donations for ‘migrants’ in the Calais ‘Jungle’ encampment. The … Continue reading

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A bicycle, a gate and a lawnmower. Scratching beneath the surface of suburbia

I’m out on my bike. A gorgeous day – cold and crisp as a shiny new apple, fresh from the fridge. Wearing my helmet, of course, so can’t exactly feel the wind in my hair, but never mind. ‘Urrreugh.’ I … Continue reading

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