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THERE are people who return year after year after year to the same place for their annual holidays. Familiarity apparently brings content. And probably boredom,
NOW here’s a weird, even disturbing, thing; my trusty Garmin records a hilly four-mile run around the city where I live. Yet I have
THERE’S nothing like revisiting an old friend. So much forgotten pleasure to be derived from taking giant steps back to the very early years. In
OKAY, so life’s a journey. We all know that; it has been stated often enough. We also know, as with any journey, there will inevitably
THIS Icelandic journey into the dark side sparked something of a defining moment. Or, more precisely, a desire to have something defined. Better than that,
TRACING one’s ancestors is akin to joining Poirot as he unravels the threads of an Agatha Christie mystery. Except that the little Belgian detective eventually
Seems that stream of consciousness is still in use: THE following apologies for sentences are all complete and direct quotes from one who should know
OUR libraries and bookshops offer an intriguing double-whammy for devotees of crime fiction. They can either select a mystery by the enduring and much revered
AS far back as I can discover, the patriarchal side of my Celtic family has always had close links to the sea. It has brought
DOCTORS must be loving this new world order. The one where they filter enquiries to such an extent that they are rarely bothered with having
MOSTLY I tend to ignore the endless flood of social media challenges nominating me to participate in the latest “Ten of …” lists. My main
LITTLE wonder it is called a freedom machine. One that becomes more and more so as the years (and miles) roll by. I refer, of