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Way back when, in the time of never-never. Before sinister government face recognition software trawled tagged helpfully pictures on Facebook adding your face to the giant database that “does not exist”. Before the twin towers fell. Before the millennium of anti-climax. A much anticipated event occurred. Warnings in the estoteric press and from hippies and…
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Imagine nobody had a garden. Then one day somebody says “Hey look! I’ve got a garden!” people would come looking at the garden and go “Wow! This is cool, I would like a garden too”. Then gradually people started making gardens. Eventually, the majority of people had a garden. The impressiveness of the first garden…
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Failure to find Chinese food the night before, lack of reception, difficulty in finding a small portable radio and realising that few places take cards in these parts brings home how remote this place can be. Warnings of weather changes ahead start to foster concern in my mind. The likelihood being that my holiday may…
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Damn! I forgot pillows! Aberdaron has changed. You wouldn’t know to look at it. It is a timeless place after all: narrow streets, humpty back bridge, quaint buildings and people hoping to squeeze every penny they can out of the passing visitor. It has changed though. Something in the air. Intangible. Maybe it is just…
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To be sat on the veranda or patio of a shore side bar in a peacefully quiet gloriously sunny seaside village or town. Watching the waves lap the shore and people bustling about getting ready for the impending summer rush. I would sit there, feet up, book by my side, hat donned, reactive spectacles reacted.…
