The woods are beginning to dry out and the blue winter sky picks out the detail on every bare branch. These are the woods at the top of the road. If they have a proper name I don't know what it is. To me they are just "the woods".
Excelsior Forgotten
This photo of my mother sat on my fathers' Excelsior motorbike dates, I think, from the 1940s. It was taken at our house on Southmere Dr...
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The Isle of Man still has a steam railway. It is not a pretend heritage line run by well-meaning volunteers, but a proper, functioning, ... -
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...
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