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After spending a good portion of the afternoon fruitlessly watching the road outside my bedroom window in the hope of catching another glimpse of my neighbour’s cat, I was initially somewhat disinclined to respond to the invitation from my boyfriend … Continue reading →

I stumbled out of my appointment with Dr Pierce in something of a daze, a succession of ineffectual phrases about ‘taking responsibility for your emotions’ and ‘finding the courage to be honest with yourself’ ringing in my ears. I didn’t … Continue reading →

It’s hard to say just how long I sat motionless on the bed, struggling to come to terms with my sudden and unexpected shift in location, but it was probably quite some time. Whilst I sat there I carefully examined … Continue reading →

I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed but forests can have rather a strange habit of creeping up on you unawares. I mean, one minute you’re wandering along what appears to be no more than a moderately tree-lined path, minding … Continue reading →

I waited until I was quite sure that the ground had stopped moving before opening my eyes again. When I did there was nothing to see but a thick cloud of choking dust all around me. My legs seemed to … Continue reading →

Dawn was just sneaking over the lower slopes of the Blue Ridge Mountain as we stood the next morning outside a large white tent on the edge of the miners’ camp. “Nobody gets on the mountain without the Grishams say … Continue reading →

We stood in a row on the veranda of the Saloon Bar and gazed at the towering mountain that loomed in front of us. Under the lowering sun it appeared rather more grey than blue and it was difficult to … Continue reading →

The truck bounced along the dusty road with Michael and I perched on the back surrounded by crates of fruit and vegetables. It had seemed only right to grant Colonel Pendlebury the one available seat beside the driver. It was … Continue reading →