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Moving forwards, slowly.

It’s Saturday morning in West Devon. Hatherleigh, the town where I live, is as quiet as a church mouse. I’ve walked to Cornwall Farmers shop and purchased some screws and a drill bit in preparation for my assault on Michele’s loose floorboards. It...

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Light and dark.

It’s now autumn. I know this from the abundance of colour that stares me in the face as I ride. Red, yellow, gold, green, brown, it’s a visual feast heralding the onset of another winter. Recently, my mind has been absorbing things like a sponge. ...