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Relative

I’m thinking about time. A subject about which I am very dubious. I’m not sure I really believe in it. But earthly time, as measured in hours and days and weeks, does have its practical impacts. I now have a … Continue reading

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If a picture paints a thousand words …

… then why bother writing? The world is a kaleidoscope for instant photo-gratification. Take a picture with your phone and – abracadabra – enhance it with a swipe of a digital magic wand. Words? Well, perhaps just a few. To … Continue reading

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Miranda the intake nymph

“I’ll just set it back to zero.” It’s not what you’d expect in the middle of England. But then, the middle of England’s probably not where you’d think it might be. According to its inhabitants, the tiny village of Dunsop … Continue reading

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In which we don’t travel on the Hogwarts express

‘I can’t see any smoke.’ ‘But I just heard a whistle.’ ‘Yes, but there’s no smoke.’ And there’s a very good reason why we can’t see any smoke. One weekend a year – yes, just ONE weekend a year, this … Continue reading

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Naked bathers, stone tools, the eleventh tuna sandwich and the last straw

Rising with the sun I slide out of our tent feet first, past the sailcloth ‘Ratbags’ containing all our (present) worldly goods. At the far end of the campsite stand three women, calling at us. They lapse into silence and … 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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