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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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 are at least five ways to access the village by car, all of them narrow country roads. Narrow they may be, but they seem...
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