Author Archives: Dreamaticus

Struggling to rejoin the Camino Português por la costa (Rousse)

Gathered together in Porto at their annual conference to discuss the nature of being, a clutch of Finnish philosophers welcomed me into their company. They gave me protection from the bullies whose insults referred to my stupidity of flying home, … Continue reading

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Apple Mac con man scam (Rousse)

I should have trusted my instincts when the man struck up a conversation with me at the bridge. Instead, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and fell for his charm. Before long I was lifting up the screen … Continue reading

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Sci-fi at the Four Seasons hotel and an abandoned bike (Rousse)

The short cycle ride to Waverley station was torturous. From Broughton Street I was diverted onto a narrow, and almost unnavigable, forest track. I dumped the bike, then continued on foot to the Four Seasons hotel. Here thousands of sci-fi … Continue reading

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A dubious passage to Porto (Rousse)

TPR was determined to revisit Porto. I couldn’t afford to miss yet another weekend at home, so I did my best to persuade him that a return trip to Portugal so soon after our last was not worth the effort, … Continue reading

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Given away by a Teesside accent (Rousse)

JC retrained as a London cabbie. I only found out when I jumped in her taxi one day. Her hair was dark again and her teeth bigger, but the big giveaway was her Teesside accent.

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Humpty Dumpties take up residence in run-down farm house (Rousse)

I pushed open the back door of my cousins’ farm house and walked into the kitchen. There several members of my extended family were seated at the kitchen table, but only one greeted me: TB with a low groan. I … Continue reading

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Horse riding on a Berwickshire beach (Rousse)

AW and I rode from Edinburgh to the Berwickshire coast. We risked our lives – and those of our horses – travelling along the busy A1. At the end of our journey, AW struggled to persuade her mount to clamber … Continue reading

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A woolly drink and a woolly case of mistaken identity (Rousse)

I made a ‘lovely’ hot drink for TPR. The ingredients comprised hot water, coffee granules, raw sugar, a twist of mustard embroidery silk, and two balls of rusty brown wool. Later, I thought that I had found the lost green … Continue reading

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Protecting Prince Harry from tiny footprints and an assassination attempt (Rousse)

Prince Harry was about to be presented to the public dressed in a suit covered in tiny silvery footprints up the right leg – and it was all my fault. I’d left his suit lying across my bed, then let … Continue reading

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The crop crusher (Rousse)

The main role in my new job was to drive a tractor through the fields and crush crops.

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