Hold on, hold up and hang on a minute, you will never believe where I’ve
I think it’s been reignited, I’d lost it for a while, dissipated into the ether,
I’m sorry, what, bog snorkeling? Did I read that right? What on earth is Bog
As a child, my grandfather would walk me to the fields above his house and
On Tuesday 01 March I sat inside Dewsbury Minster and wept, humbled by kindness, moved
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Walking and words, two passions of mine. Last week I was out walking discovering, as
Oh, the grand old Duke of York He had ten thousand men He marched them
It’s cold, even by normal Yorkshire standards. Snow is on the ground and for several
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