
I'm still in Ibiza. Last night is a complete blank. People in the hotel lounge are nudging the person nearest to them and whispering things about me. Did I make a spectacle of myself? Blimey, I'm a loony.
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The journal of a Yorkshire lad from the age of 17 in 1973 through several decades .... Transcribing from handwritten volume to blog may take some time ...
Granary Cottage, Wolsingham Sub-zero conditions continue. We drove to Crook, where Ally bought three litres of wine and Samuel attempted to...
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