Midday in Rye, East Sussex, and it’s started to rain. Late-season tourists are reaching for their waterproofs and heading for indoors, leaving the churchyard that only a few moments ago was packed, a guided tour in full swing. I’ve just noticed the outline of part of a Romanesque doorway, le
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A little taster for you. This is an essay from my forthcoming book Deck Shoes. – I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for very long, I knew at some point he would ask me how I went about ‘doing it’, the writing […]...
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There is a lot of nostalgia for the past floating around at the moment. Things were so much simpler, there was a stronger sense of community, we knew our place in the world… Well, I lived in this “past” and I struggle to recognise it from the discussions around me. This is the p [read more]
