Tag Archives: escape

Castle trap (Rousse)

Posted on January 24, 2015 by Dreamaticus

X and I were trapped in a damp, crumbling castle. Each time we turned a corner the cold, dark, wet walls closed in on us even further. How would we ever escape?

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Mountain rescue (Rousse)

Posted on January 9, 2015 by Dreamaticus

P sat up in the single bed next to mine and complained of a hangover. He was moody enough at the best of times so I wasn’t prepared to hang around to see how he would behave with a sore … Continue reading →

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The Emperor of China, Tom Forrest, an absent wife, and a widower (Rousse)

Posted on October 30, 2014 by Dreamaticus

Ancient tradition in China required the donning of a long black robe (similar to an academic gown) whenever the emperor visited. Every day during my imprisonment I was on standby for this eventuality. Meanwhile I joined in with the activities … Continue reading →

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Travelling in style in the Scottish borders: by magic carpet (Rousse)

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Dreamaticus

My family was driving me nuts so I took off in my car to the Borders as a form of escape. When it was time to return to Edinburgh I regretted the distance that I had driven. It was such … Continue reading →

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The definitive guide to Windows 8 (Rousse)

Posted on April 10, 2014 by Dreamaticus

TPR’s backlist of technical papers and books, combined with his retired status, made him an easy target for publishers. He was even pestered by a man we met on holiday, both in person at the resort and by phone when … Continue reading →

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An encounter with the monochrome set (Rousse)

Posted on October 14, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Unused to running late, I was full of apologies when we finally pulled up the gravel drive of the White House in Hartburn. The cyclist was waiting, leaning against the dining room window with his white bike. I learnt later … Continue reading →

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A miracle escape in Sunderland (Rousse)

Posted on October 10, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I decided to give the meeting in London a miss and instead caught the train to Sunderland. There I visited my university friend SL and her young, and extremely irresponsible, husband. While S and I played in the snow along … Continue reading →

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Drunken wife escapes cruel husband in the Outer Hebrides (Rousse)

Posted on August 18, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Back from our holiday, TPR resumed his cruelty towards me. I couldn’t work out why he had attached an electrical cord to me, nor why his university pals were now pulling on it, but I was determined to escape from … Continue reading →

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Escape from the cult (Rousse)

Posted on April 27, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I’d accidentally joined a cult. At first I thought that these dozen or so people – including my school friend CC – were just slightly strange. However, the more time I spent with them, the more apparent it became that … Continue reading →

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The world’s most beautiful beach (Rousse)

Posted on March 4, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Although I supplied the food for the end of term party, I had no intention of eating a mince pie with green butter. Next to the spread, CFS and I discussed escape plans for the holiday. Would we get away … Continue reading →

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