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Daring Danish rescue attempt ends with death (Rousse)

I’d only met C in real life once before. Since our brief encounter earlier in the year all our recent contact had been online, where C’s alias was A. He’d agreed to pass on some photography hints to TPR so … Continue reading →

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A bike and a beach hut at the Queen Mother’s funeral (Rousse)

I travelled to the Queen Mother’s funeral on the back of G’s enormous motorbike. This was my first such experience, and I was grateful for the protective clothing that G lent me, including the special contraption to attach my feet … Continue reading →

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Rousse misses the sunrise and loses her shoes

I woke up to Christmas Day on the Isle of Lewis. I nudged TPR awake. He’d been sleeping next to me in the driver’s seat of our motor boat: “There’s a beautiful sunrise and I’d like to photograph it from … Continue reading →

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Belle is a creative failure – but honest

I was showing a friend around the church when I found an orange chequebook on a wooden bench and went off to hand it in. A man in a suit handed me a bunch of keys and asked me to … Continue reading →

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