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After north Cornwall I came to the Test Valley, I think. That is what it says on the council vans…
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A light was on in the caravan site office so I went over to try and buy a gas canister.…
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‘I love this old watering can,’ said my sister, sprinkling the miniature rose. ‘Though I do worry about soaking Mum.…
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Speaking pretty good English, Dr Tayeb came straight to the point. Was I eligible for the ground breaking new cancer…
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Catriona has a commission to paint the 17th-century façade of the chapel of St Joseph’s. She’d made a start when…
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I thought, or anyway hoped, that once I’d finished the chemotherapy I would spring back to vitality. Seven weeks on…
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‘We’re at war!’ said the taxi man as I installed myself for the long drive to Marseille. I put a…
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Every Saturday morning Michael rises at four and drives down to the Côte d’Azur to the Magic World car boot…
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Early on St Valentines Day I walked down to the car park where the raindrops were knocking off the young…
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Eighty yards west of the high terrace where I’ve sat for three weeks recuperating is a hospice built for Napoleon’s…
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Harley Granville-Barker, actor, director, playwright, manager and critic, was a pasha of the Edwardian London stage. As a director, his…
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‘Sorry I’m late,’ I said to the big unit stationed behind her computer. She’s the chief, this one. She shows…
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Sharon told me once that the best sex she’d ever had was with Tom in the town public conveniences, bathed…
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The four portraits of four siblings that Catriona had painted from their photographs over four months were framed, hung and…
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I listed for Catriona the reasons why I did not want to go out to dinner that evening at the…
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At the desk I gave my name and showed my Covid vaccination pass and the woman told me to take…
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Noticing via this Low Life column that I had trench fever, the Western Front Association treated me to a year’s…
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Every year Vernon celebrates the gathering in and pressing of his olive harvest by inviting friends to a ceremony at…
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After checking me in, the receptionist, who was wearing an overcoat, said: ‘There is no heating in the hotel. The…
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Foolishly I chose new specs in the village optician’s after a long lunch: a rather outré design that I might…
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For early humans there was no distinction between spirit and matter. There was no idea of self; no barrier between…
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The day after Catriona was fitted with a plaster cast and crutches, her elder sister arrived from the UK for…
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Earlier in this run of glorious October sunshine I was languishing on the bed in the middle of the afternoon…
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From our hypothetical drone-mounted camera let us look down into a secluded valley in the same series of valleys as…
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Catriona and I were late for lunch at Vernon’s because I couldn’t get out of bed. The four of them…
