Tag Archives: Friends

An ill-equipped walker sets of for Camasunary (Rousse)

We set off over the hills on the route that takes walkers to Camasunary on Skye. I wished that I had bothered to wear proper walking socks with my boots. Meanwhile my companion SL explained to me the arrangements for … Continue reading

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A missed holiday in France (Rousse)

It came as a complete surprise to find so many familiar faces at the Hebridean guest house, including many of my school friends. TPR would get to meet LT and HT at long last! Then we remembered the mysterious message. … Continue reading

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Heirloom locket giveaway (Rousse)

The old lady’s handwriting said it all. She’d forgotten my name, but since we were such good friends online she wanted me to give me her precious heirlooms. These included a locket that contained an ancient black and white photograph … Continue reading

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Dressing up for friends (Rousse)

It had been a while since I had seen SL, and rather unnerving to find her wearing a pale blue 1980s vintage cotton dress.

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Three pretty blondes and a dozen black birds (Rousse)

BC hosted the party in her tiny house. I’d never seen a kitchen so small, nor tried to cook in one. The sitting room was a bit bigger, and in there we had fun lining BC up on her sofa … Continue reading

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A puppy husband (Rousse)

The SEB was back, again making unforgivable remarks about so-called friends. This time she declared LG’s husband ‘a puppy’. I left her to scale a wood-panelled wall alone. My decision to take the longer route was driven by my desire … Continue reading

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Suranne Jones saves the day (Rousse)

Enemy number 1 (the whinger) was on a charm offensive. He asked me to walk down the mountain to the village with him, chatting aimably as we headed downhill. Anyone who observed us would have thought we were the best … Continue reading

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