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Hot salty nuts. In maple syrup. Wild swimming fuel.Immortalised on an owl. Not a sentence I ever thought I’d write, but one I love. Spot it on the Minerva trail in Bath this summer.Happy Father. About to dive into the harbour. Cornwall. 1950s.Me and my bro, hanging out in Essex. When the sun always shone and everything was orange.For lo, it was decreed that now is the time to gin up the rhubarb for winter.Grown up book 3 research reading. Roll on the summer when I can curl up with this stack.Twitter
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The Queen of Bloody Everything (including the Indy’s and Red’s Top 10)
I know the rule: don’t read reviews, good or bad. That way you don’t risk heartbreak, or ranting mintily on Twitter. But that way you don’t get the ridiculous overexcitement that comes with this: making both Red magazine’s and the … Continue reading
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