To begin writing, I have to get my head into the zone. It doesn’t matter whether it’s fiction or travel writing, I need to tune...
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The car is right up my backside. I’m doing 30mph in a 30mph zone, yet I’ve watched the car gaining steadily on me for the...
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A patch of woodland on a winter day. Silent as the grave. Not even the slightest breeze to rustle the layer of oak leaves strewn...
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It was a chilly December night and mischief was afoot. The village of Ratsbottom was in complete darkness. This was nothing out of the ordinary...
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Our nearest town, Wiveliscombe, has a tartan. This is a recent development. Initially, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the idea of a Somerset...
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One of the things I was worried I’d miss about living abroad was wandering around farmers’ markets, picking up local goodies direct from the people...
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‘There’s an ice cream van in the village,’ Andy interrupted long overdue hoovering to inform me of this surprising development. The village has one street...
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On Tenerife, we’d step from our front door and walk through banana plantations to a trio of the best black sand beaches on the island,...
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‘Why have we never had a bird feeder before? It’s an endless source of entertainment.’ ‘Well,’ Andy replied. ‘There were the cats in Stockport. Cats...
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I’ve never had experience of living in a village until now. I’ve lived in small communities. Rothesay where I grew up was one. Living in...
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