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The section of the seven mile straight that I walked (002)

The Seven Mile Straight by Carrie Rhys-Davies

I am forty two years old and it’s a vividly hot afternoon early in September 2021.

The starling murmuration nearing its end (002)

Seasonal Rituals by Philip Strange

These late autumn starling displays have also become, for me, part of the seasonal rituals of Cogden Beach


Losing Your Place by Sue Clifford and Angela King

Questing for local distinctiveness must err towards the inclusive and welcoming, it is not about designating areas more beautiful or more derelict or worthy of grants.

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Knife by Sarah-Jane Dobner

Bend down and pinch a ripple of skin. It’s warm and springy, taut to the body.

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