It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a holiday must be in want of a breakdown. And so, with great dramatic flair and the sort of overpacked boot that could clothe a minor Balkan militia, I’m off to the Lake District - a land where Wordsworth wandered lonely as a … Continue reading Bogs, Beatrix, and the Bleak Sublime: A Lake District Lament
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The Madness of Crowds and the Lonesome Road to Sanity
I felt the unmistakable itch of a good, old-fashioned rant coming on - the kind that bubbles up like a kettle left screaming on the hob, demanding release before it scalds the lot of us. As for the sordid details of why, well, I shall spare you the tedium. Some things are best left festering … Continue reading The Madness of Crowds and the Lonesome Road to Sanity
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