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Billy Connolly and his kids trick tourists while the Queen keeps track of village crime (Rousse)

Posted on November 10, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Billy Connolly and his kids tricked tourists by hiding behind the sea wall in the west coast fishing village and jumping out whenever anyone passed by. Not far from the tricksters we tried to park our metallic green mark 4 … Continue reading →

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Talking seals take to the Scottish streets (Rousse)

Posted on October 28, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The village was packed with seals. They emerged in small packs from the bay, crossed over the single-track road, then wandered around the village, chatting. I noticed that the black furry ones were the most talkative.

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Corbridge attracts Texan property investor (Rousse)

Posted on September 30, 2013 by Dreamaticus

As my father cycled at full pelt up the hill he explained that two very astute business women had bought up most of the residential property in the pretty Northumbrian village of Corbridge. The first was my mother. The second … Continue reading →

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A watery grave for pensioners, iPads, and iPhones (Rousse)

Posted on July 7, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I came across a very pretty village just off the A702. “We could live here”, I thought “And be close to N and S”. The only drawback was the queue of pensioners jumping in pairs to their death from the … Continue reading →

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Skiing in Scotland: chairlifts, cafés and crime (Rousse)

Posted on March 29, 2013 by Dreamaticus

There was something not quite right about this Scottish ski resort. The main drag lift, for example, pulled skiers uphill at such a speed that TPR and I found it almost impossible to cross their path while out on our … Continue reading →

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Man wins free Sky TV subscription in Somerset village hall raffle (Rousse)

Posted on March 22, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My ambition was to earn a degree in fine art. The first step to my new career was to return to the sixth form to embark on a one-year foundation course. So I applied to join the Bath and Wells … Continue reading →

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Congratulations to the one-legged widower father of the bride (Rousse)

Posted on February 15, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My one-legged widowed father had done a fabulous job preparing the house for my sister’s wedding. With the help of a woman from the village, he’d set up three mini-dormitories so that all the guests who had decided to stay … Continue reading →

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Greedy guts Rousse eats her way round Hartburn

Posted on November 1, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Hartburn had changed. The corner shop at the junction of Darlington Road and Hartburn Village that used to be a newsagent now sold electrical items, as did all the other small businesses located near to the Stockton Arms. Hartburn Village … Continue reading →

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A visit to the Indigo bed and breakfast (Rousse)

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The Indigo bed and breakfast was in Cunningsburgh, Shetland. TPR had dumped the bike elsewhere so we caught the bus to the village. Once again I was astonished at the reach of service of Lothian Buses. We asked for directions … Continue reading →

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Highland tattoo confession (Rousse)

Posted on September 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I woke up cold on the floor of our tatty bed and breakfast room, with TPR five feet away tucked up cosy in bed. At least this proved that I’d slept. It was the last day of our holiday and … Continue reading →

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