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Nepotism in academia and a quick departure (Rousse)

It was only when the lecturer said that we had to buy presents for the keynote speaker and ‘mom and dad’ that I understood how she had been appointed. Then I considered my own status as a former veterinary nurse. … Continue reading

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Crash victim bodies buried in moorland peat bog (Rousse)

My father told us that we should go up to the moors and remove all the evidence of the car crash. His main concern was that the wreckage and bodies that my sister S and I had buried in the … Continue reading

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A sticky, sludgy end (Rousse)

My friend decided to take the ‘short route’ over the boggy moorland. ‘I won’t rescue you if you fall in!’ I called after her – just at the point that she sank up to her thighs in muddy sludge.

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Rousse’s bog accident

Booking a ski-ing holiday that included studying for a qualification in French turned out not to be the best idea. It was now the end of our week away and I was bound to fail the exam. Instead of going … Continue reading

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Standing stones stand-off: Exmoor versus Edinburgh (Rousse)

The signs in the bog noted that the moorland belonged to AJ. Wasn’t she a friend of DT? This was perhaps why DT and KJ spent so much time on Exmoor? TPR drove the car over the rough ground so … Continue reading

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Greater demand for Borders rail links along the Tweed (Rousse)

There was one day left of our holiday. RA mentioned that she had never been to the border towns of Berwick, Coldstream, Cornhill or Kelso so we considered a cycling route with a stop-off at my cousins’ house, or a … Continue reading

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Bogs, bullets and a disappointing blow as Rousse hunts for Paris

I hadn’t anticipated just how far it was to Paris. I had already walked for miles along a route that took me over boggy moorland and through a war-zone. The most dangerous moment came when I narrowly missed being shot … Continue reading

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