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     It proved to be a tedious wait. Now that the resurrection business was deemed to be safe from competition Sam and Harry went on their way but Tom remained from a mixture of curiosity and a desire to finish … Continue reading →

     The location for the meeting of the resurrection men was a suitably grim-looking courtyard reached via a narrow alley near Pulteney Bridge. When we first arrived the place appeared empty but as my eyes adjusted to the gloom I … Continue reading →

My dearest Lucy,                        I was delighted to receive your letter this morning but I am once again so sorry to hear of your continuing troubles. I can well understand how anxious you must be over young William’s health but … Continue reading →

     By 7pm that evening the fine weather of the last few days had broken and a steady rain was falling, smothering the finer streets of Bath with a thin sheen of greasy mud and turning the poorer roads and … Continue reading →

                                                     12 Gay Street,                                                       Bath,                                                       1st April 1818 My dearest Lucy,                        I did not expect to find myself writing to you again so soon, before you have even had chance to reply to my last … Continue reading →

                                                      12 Gay Street                                                      Bath,                                                      31st March 1818 My dearest Lucy,                        What a delight it was to receive your letter this morning but I am very sorry to hear that you are not able to join … Continue reading →

The cabin was filling with water at an alarming rate. It seemed incredible that a few small holes could let in so much, so quickly but before we knew it the water was sloshing around our ankles and rising rapidly … Continue reading →

“Anyone fancy a drink?” said Sid. “I think maybe we’ve earned it, don’t you?” The Elise had been chugging steadily across the Mediterranean for an hour, the four of us sitting in a vaguely anxious silence on the narrow bunks … Continue reading →

We hurried off in different directions, Michael to go and collect Felicity and whisk her out of the hotel on their ‘date’ while I scurried up to my little room on the fifth floor. Once inside I retrieved the dour … Continue reading →

If you walk east along the boulevard, the wide sandy beach running alongside eventually comes to an abrupt end at a point where a rocky promontory juts out into the sea. This marks a boundary of sorts between the resort … Continue reading →