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Ah ghosts, war, rock and roll, and not forgetting those Druids, means only one thing -Chislehurst Caves. The caves are actually a series of man-made tunnels, hand dug, scoop by scoop, to create rooms and caverns, burrowing some 22 miles … Continue reading
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I was making a mad dash for my train at St Pancs when this stopped me in my tracks long enough to snap it, wonder at the magic of nature and dash off. I suspect it is some sort of … Continue reading
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Ah, the kitchen. Here everything is cooked up, school lunches, dinners with friends, Nespresso cups of coffee, arguments, laughs, it is the beating heart of the home. Quite often when people come into the old terraced house, the first thing … Continue reading
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One cold winter day I was in a graveyard in Holland. I walked past a toppled headstone, leaves scurried past me dancing in the wind, and turned to see this great old tree offering comfort and protection. I have a great … Continue reading
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The other day there was a flood of sunshine. How it warmed the body but anxiously stirred the mind! Restless energy filled the air. Ted felt it too. He sat outside in the sun refusing to come inside. He was … Continue reading
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The Shame of the Samosa Queen… or do you love anyone enough to give them your last Rolo? Every Tuesday morning my neighbour starts cooking and I try to think of reasons to stay home. The smell drifts over the … Continue reading
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Just a glimpse of an early morning in Seattle as the ferry glides into port. Coffee warms the hands. Seagulls head for their posts at the fish and chip restaurants on the pier, eager for their sunday morning feast– french … Continue reading
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If anyone needs any proof that I am an incurable romantic, they needn’t look any further than my Dutch City Bike, Omafiets, which just means Grandma bike. So naturally I named mine Oma. Oma is just that, a bike that … Continue reading
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