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Good men, and bad

In the calm of Sunday morning Worcester, two walkers came across an older man crumpled up against a low wall. How easy it would have been to assume just another drunk, or worse. But these Samaritans checked the man was okay. He wasn’t; even pacemakers can go offshore sometimes. The ambulance siren shattered the earlyContinue reading “Good men, and bad”

Getting there?

It’s wise to have a plan. It gives the rain gods something to play with. In my case, the plan was to travel by train from Buxton to Leominster (pronounced Lemster), with a single change at Stockport. The timing would give a whole afternoon to wander around Leominster, which is celebrated for it’s black andContinue reading “Getting there?”