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Triumph Bonneville: Dog in a Million...

Triumph Bonneville: Dog in a Million…

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Bonne, as she became known, came into my life in 1978. A border collie, and a retired working dog to boot, she had been shut away in a shed after the tragic death of her daughter – and so badly treated that, for the rest of her life, she first screamed and then flinched when the top of her head was touched.

I loved her immediately. There…

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The Journey, not the Arrival...

The Journey, not the Arrival…

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This fragment of an unfinished novel began its journey, in many ways, on the 3rd of October 1976, when I took the train from Birmingham New Street to start my new life as a student at Aberystwyth University.

The novel, ‘Heneghan’, though not started until 1984, came out of my student days. Over the decades, I have lost parts of the original…

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Louse Attack!

Boyf and I waved a sad farewell to Aberystwyth and drove to Weston-super-Mare in late August 1981. He had a job at a prep school in Gloucestershire – and, because his term started later than mine, we decided to rent a room, in Clarence Road North, for a couple of weeks.

I had a fair amount of preparation to do, and can remember feeling increasingly nervous – and, to my slight consternation,…

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Aberystwyth Book Signing Dream

Aberystwyth Book Signing Dream

  This is the Old College, in Aberystwyth. Back in the day, I had most of my lectures in its vast and airy rooms. Some were high up, overlooking the wild sea; others were in the Great Hall.

Ah, memories, memories…

And this is the church right next to the farmhouse where Boyf and I lived for our final two and a half years.  Along this road, I learnt to ride my Puch 50 (see previous post).

In my…

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The Lake at Cwm Symlog calls to me...

The Lake at Cwm Symlog calls to me…

    Ah! There’s lovely! See that little church, there, bach? Yes? Next to the old slanting, not-quite-right Llancynfelyn sign? We lived in the farm, not shown here, boy, to the left of the church – Tanllan Farm, it was called, a great old sweep of marsh tracks and sheep and the Welsh Blacks, dehorned and tar-cauterised, with the black blood running down their sad faces, huge eyes all imploring…

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