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You might have noticed that, while I am still posting new pieces of writing on this site, I'm posting them first, and more frequently, on my Substack page. My plan is to continue this and make it the main portal for my new writing, because it's
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It never gets any less amazing, the speed at which time flashes by, as you get older, and perhaps this is the main reason that I find it almost impossible to believe that it is now over 113 years since I was living in Edwardian Britain. I remember the day
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RJ McKendree's amazing 'Wallflower' album, and how it became no longer fictional...
A brief record of a confusing and eerie thing that happened to me on a moor, from a couple of years ago
(Reposted, free for everyone to read, because I prefer it that way.)
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Today I feel more tired of social media than ever before and more thankful for Substack than ever before. Yesterday I deleted my Twitter account, having been briefly drawn back there for the usual reason: the desire to give books I’ve put every ounce of myself into the best
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I have been feeling a little down for the last few days. Here, six and a half big hills away from the south Cornish coast, the weather feels like it’s been dishwater grey and soggy since a few days prior to forever, plus there’s the whole subtly nagging
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Hi! I’m sorry but I’m going to have to speak to you using this notepad today. I’m in so much pain. Thank you. It’s quite bad. So you know that ulcer I told you about, the one on the back of my tongue that I got
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We picked and ate the last of the radishes today. They were my favourite food when I was eight and not much has changed. I can never understand why they remain so unfashionable: it’s not as if they’re cucumber or something. This year’s crop were all very
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