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Soundscapes [The Great Escape, days 3 &4]

Tired legs. A little light rain. Wimbledon on the BBC. Day three becomes a day of rest. I’m finding something deep and reassuring in Haworth on this visit. As if the town is built on a well of feelings. And … Continue reading

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Girl [and two boys] on a train. From miserable to mighty in 24 hours.

I’m reading a book – a real book – on a train. Serious stuff – Britain, 1974-1979. History. Hell, that makes me feel old. Three young people sit down, two opposite, one next to me. My concentration is broken. Hidden … Continue reading

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‘Liebchen – sweetness – what watch?’ ‘Ten watch.’ ‘Such watch?’

Casablanca. That sweet German couple sitting in Rick’s. Drinking farewell brandies. Speaking English. Practising for America. Flying via Lisbon, no doubt. Where we’re heading next. By train. Trains run to timetables. Hours and minutes are important. Clocks (and watches) are … Continue reading

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El mundo puede esperar? Not today – pulpo and ‘vieira’ beckon …

At seven in the morning the sea looks cold (it is – it’s the Atlantic) but already the pavements below our hotel room bustle with purposeful walkers, exercising before work. Along the marble-lined corridor a ‘do not disturb’ sign swings … Continue reading

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Patriotic thoughts, while on a level crossing

The train’s clattering out of the station with a bit of a wheeze. She may run on electricity – but she whines a lot. I’ve just been told, by a new British citizen, that this is the oldest electric railway … Continue reading

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Windows in the rain

Clickety-click clickety-click clickety-click. A six-carriage train, like a long yellow caterpillar, glides through the distant gorse, appears briefly, then disappears into the trees. We’re sitting on top of a big dune here, hence the stands of golden gorse and pine … Continue reading

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