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I have finished my excursion with the Romans. Am I Romanised or still a Briton? Hard to say, it’s a choice between tribal violence and slavery or silver coins and bathrooms and slavery. In [...]

I suddenly realised why I am so entranced by the Peak District. It’s that constant contrast between safety and danger, between bleak and attractive, between rock and flower. Unlike Scotland [...]

When I think of the royal we(e), urinary retention comes to mind. That little gland is a damn nuisance, not just to Charles but to me. I have had trouble for years and only recently spoke to a [...]