“…I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” Blanche DuBois, A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams We should…
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W hen I was in my twenties, camping did not appeal in the slightest. “If I can’t plug my hairdryer…
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“Where are you from?” “Stockport.” Sharp intake of breath… “Unlucky. I suppose someone has to be.” “That’s a bit rich…
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I remember well the day I stopped being a vegetarian in Spain. It was on Avenida Marítima in Santa Cruz…
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T his week, we listened to a Wander Woman podcast called Camino de Santiago – Finding The Way – which…
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I always thought ageing brought its own rewards. I have seen colleagues retire from work over the years and they’ve…
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One of my brothers lives off-grid. And when I say ‘off-grid’, I mean he lives as if the world had…
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I t strikes me that writing a novel is a bit like designing a kitchen. Designing a kitchen J ack…
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At the beginning of last week, I attended a Speed Awareness Course, having been, ahem, invited to do so by…
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I don’t know when I first concluded that life should be an adventure, but it seems to have driven mine…
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