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WELL, you've got to hand it to me: I do have good taste. Reader: "No, you don't." That's a good point, well made. Allow me, however, to disprove it.
Those of you sitting up straight will recall that I've waffled lyrically before about an autumnal walk I do every year. It's in a lovely part of Edinburgh, most of it down one street, and it commemorates my return to civilisation after a spell away in strange, barren lands.See the full content of this document
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Thoughts of Home Are a Passing Dream
I was newly back, that first time, when I walked from one friend's house to another, via a right posh area called The Grange. It was around 10:30pm. The quiet street was br...
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