Author Archives: Dreamaticus

A coronavirus lockdown bike ride to Luce (Rousse)

The building work at the St James Centre finally complete, our flat on the ground floor of John Lewis now had a big picture window that looked out on to a massive plaza. Of course, a corollary of this was … Continue reading

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Midges put off move to Lochinver (Rousse)

TPR and I took temporary accommodation in a Lochinver hotel. It wasn’t very suitable: whenever the tide came in, our room was flooded with sea water and the occasional fish; the bathroom was barely a cupboard; and poor security encouraged … Continue reading

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Boris Johnson Coronavirus date (Rousse)

Boris Johnson broke all the rules when he walked into the bar and plonked his bulky body down onto the seat right next to me. ‘I hope you’re still up for our date in Pitlochry tonight?’ he croaked through his … Continue reading

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Manchester venue sought, good acoustics essential (Rousse)

There was very little that could be salvaged from the manuscript after the reviewers savaged it, so I gave up on the job and instead responded to EH’s pleas for help. Just pregnant with her third child, EH was dealing … Continue reading

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A failed rail journey to Northfield (Rousse)

The young woman and I left the Chil gig and walked to the small railway station. Our journey home should have been straightforward, but we missed one train because we weren’t paying attention to the platform announcements, another because we … Continue reading

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Scottish Highland secret 1920s house and garden (Rousse)

The huge house in the Scottish Highlands was hidden under fifty years growth of vegetation. To anyone passing it was just an ancient ruin invaded by rampant weeds. But I had a feeling that I had been here before. Wasn’t … Continue reading

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John Cleese distraction (Rousse)

My latest excuse for my late manuscript was that John Cleese had booked into the George Hotel, Edinburgh to write his autobiography. How could I keep up my typing when he was in such close proximity?

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