Written by Doug
Monday, 01 October 2007
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Please be aware that these posts don't provide comprehensive, guide book level information. We're not claiming a lack of bias either ;) These overviews are simply a record of our experience which we post in the hope that they may occasionally provide more up to date, specific or detailed information than you've been able to find elsewhere...
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Written by Amber
Monday, 10 September 2007
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Please be aware that these posts don't provide comprehensive, guide book level information. We're not claiming a lack of bias either ;) These overviews are simply a record of our experience which we post in the hope that they may occasionally provide more up to date, specific or detailed information than you've been able to find elsewhere...
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Written by Amber
Monday, 03 September 2007
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Please be aware that these posts don't provide comprehensive, guide book level information. We're not claiming a lack of bias either ;) These overviews are simply a record of our experience which we post in the hope that they may occasionally provide more up to date, specific or detailed information than you've been able to find elsewhere...
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Written by Doug
Wednesday, 29 August 2007
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The Shadow of the Moon at Half Past Four
Based on the true story...
The smoke rose in a lazy, oblique plume through the still, wet air as he leant on his rake. His morning ritual of clearing the stone pathways and sparse patches of lawn from the night's rain of leaves complete, he contemplated the smoke's slow spread and the tiny, fitful flames struggling in the leaf pile at his feet.
It's all so slow now. The smoke and flames of the fire are as indolent as the creeping mould that consumes the pictures hanging in the cottages and above the bar. So different to the flames of his youth. Back then smoke and flames in the trees were accompanied by staccato bursts of gunfire and the flying metal of home made bombs planted beneath the stilted hut he and his brothers in arms had spent the night in. Back then flames and smoke meant you were living on the knife edge. He looks at this morning's guttering fire and realised that even if he plunged barefoot into the middle of it, he would hardly even be burned.
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Written by Amber
Saturday, 25 August 2007
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Please be aware that these posts don't provide comprehensive, guide book level information. We're not claiming a lack of bias either ;) These overviews are simply a record of our experience which we post in the hope that they may occasionally provide more up to date, specific or detailed information than you've been able to find elsewhere...
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