Jokes about penguins
We walk into the glen, not knowing how far The path is good, but in the air are drops of rain, which we mistake for midges Nothing bites: the hills of Harris rise up on both sides, and we look…
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October 2016
What are holidays really for?
When I was a young lad, many moons ago, we used to have three weeks of holidays a year. I know this is hard to believe – many of my contemporaries, I am assured, had to make do with a one-day…
Ghost in the machine
We sit silently at the front, dumbfounded: before us, close on 300 sons and daughters of Blakeney House: no more stout Sir Thomas, no more learned sage, no more Crome and Walpole, no more history’s page – just a pleasant…
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