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If I let you into a secret, will you promise not to judge me? I don’t like blackberries. Confession, they say, is good for the soul, and I do feel better now that I’m not masquerading as something I’m not … Continued
If I let you into a secret, will you promise not to judge me? I don’t like blackberries. Confession, they say, is good for the soul, and I do feel better now that I’m not masquerading as something I’m not … Continued
Everywhere I’ve been today, there have been multiple fresh Speckled Wood butterflies flitting about. This species goes through two or three generations a year, depending on location and on the weather, and can be seen on the wing any time … Continued
“Why don’t you go to Grove Hill?” said R, who hasn’t got where he is today without being able to recognise a wife who’d be more loveable were she several miles away. Last summer I was a little surprised that … Continued