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Mark’s dad had taken us along to our first big November shoot. As ten-year olds, we were by far the youngest of the beaters. The day...

Eddie was pulling on his jeans. ‘You and Spinach Juice stay here. Richard’ll give you a bunk up, then yer can tie the rope and lower it...

The Boggart was a white-haired giant with a lantern jaw and irascible temperament. He spent much of his time pottering about in his...

The first time I had an inkling that I lived in a foreign country was on a Scout trip to Derbyshire. Walking into a village shop and...

I enjoy a good ramble, both words and walks. In fact, I have rambled all over Lincolnshire and beyond. Why not join me?