Colours, shapes, movement : flowers in the crematorium grounds lashed by wind and rain.
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Standing On The Edge
It seems so long ago - almost another age. The colours and styles may have changed, but then, as now, we stood on the edge and looked out.
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Y ou can spend too long sat inside reading old newspapers and cataloguing old postcards. There comes a time in the affairs of man when he s... -
A few weeks ago I was approached by the people running a website devoted to Halifax, my home town in West Yorkshire, to write a short serie...
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