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Village Life

Homeward bound, I stride downhill and turn onto the narrow, paved path that runs diagonally across a grassy, square field edged, road-side, with spreading, still-leafy...

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LIGHT

Grey morning light filtered through the attic window. On a visit to a dear friend in Germany, I lay comfy in a narrow bed, a feather down duvet keeping me cosy. I was...

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INSPIRATION

Where does it come from, the world around us or the world within? Both, I suspect. I loved the story I once heard on the radio about a fellow musician driving some...

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What the Dickens?

What the Dickens?

I'm chewing through this abridged (!) biography of the great novelist. It's a secondhand book which caught my eye because I'm considering putting up episodes of my...

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