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A cycle ride across the US (Rousse)

I cycled miles and miles across the US. The most terrifying part was on the inside lane on the freeways; the most adventurous through dense forests, where the trees and the sky were my only company.

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John Peel, the Cure, and the B-52s (Rousse)

John Peel and I discussed interesting beats in pop songs. I moved the conversation on to two of my favourites: A forest by The Cure, and Planet Claire by the B-52s.

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Lost in a forest, all alone (Rousse)

It was alright for the sheep that wanted to reach the pasture from the shoreline. They simply ran across the single track road, then leapt up the cliff-face, skilfully securing their feet in rocky nooks and crannies on their ascent. … Continue reading

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A lizard intruder and Dr Who (Rousse)

There was an intruder in my holiday cottage. I was sure of it. I could sense him on the floor to the left of my bed. To distract him, I held out an oatmeal biscuit. This he readily accepted. While … Continue reading

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Woodcut forest scenes make interesting interior décor (Rousse)

The beautiful woodcut scenes of deer in the forest, carved on to the back of the cloakroom door and sprayed gold, had been carved by my little sister. I wondered whether she would be willing to create something similar for … Continue reading

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Delicious dead dog pâté (Rousse)

When the dog failed to respond to neither the cries of its owner, nor my whistling, we first assumed that it was lost in the forest. Sadly, we later discovered its little corpse on a bed of autumn leaves. Keen … Continue reading

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Venice turns pink in Newcastle-upon-Tyne (Rousse)

Every morning I visited my sister S to try on the clothes that she had acquired for me from the charity shops the previous day. It was also our habit to watch half an hour of terrible daytime television together … Continue reading

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Mysterious light and an untrustworthy Mexican (Rousse)

Just inland there was a dark forest. I walked along the track alone, listening out for evidence of other forms of life. I knew that it was unlikely that I was the only person there in the black. I didn’t … Continue reading

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A forest bedroom (Rousse)

My sister S’s bedroom had always been a terrible mess, but I had no idea that it was now so dirty that trees had started growing in the soil. Before long the room would be transformed into a forest.

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Saucy seaside postcards come to life in Whitley Bay (Rousse)

Our journey south was delayed somewhat in Jedburgh due to the density of the Jedforest. For a 100 metre stretch you had to bend double to get through the trees. We didn’t stay long at our final destination. There was … Continue reading

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