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The Artist

Photo copyright Sandra Crook Juliet thought that she knew the answer. Visiting Tom's garage provided her with all she needed. Starting with the wheels from his bike,  she dismantled almost everything that he had loved.  Then taking items from the disorder around her, she set to…

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Why Nursing …

In mid 1969 whilst living in Bacup I found myself looking for short term employment adverts in the Manchester Evening News. I was planning to go up to Aviemore in Scotland later in the year to try my hand once again…

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Pitch Black

After midnight in the deep blackness of a starless night, myself and Robbie found ourselves walking the vicar's footpath, passing waterlogged fields. Silence and stillness surrounded us, for even the sheep lay still. Only the faint silhouette of fence posts indicated…

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Chattering Teeth

There is still a cold edge to the wind, and so the snowdrops seem reluctant to open fully. It seems that winter is not done with use yet. Even if weak sunlight dapples the landscape and encourages the birds to play. Whilst in a few…

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