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Wife swap for ferret (Rousse)

Hexham was packed with early morning commuters walking to work. It was particularly difficult to get through the narrow gap next to the abbey with so many people fighting to reach their offices on time for a 09:00am start. Once … Continue reading

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Chasing Rupert Grint in the dark (Rousse)

My sister J and I walked along the middle of Darlington Road as far as the junction with Kenton Close. The houses were spaced out more widely than we remembered, in a landscape of lush green fields and rolling hills. … Continue reading

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Rousse’s mistaken hot property purchase

I was looking forward to moving house. We were going back to the north east of England to be within a one hour drive of my parents. It would be wonderful to be surrounded by friendly northerners again. TPR left … Continue reading

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Rousse abandoned at breakfast, and a new business idea

I’d never heard of “costering” until I lost TPR to a guest house owner on the Isle of Lewis. The islanders had adopted this process of shearing seed from long grass stalks as their favourite outdoor hobby. My husband was … Continue reading

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