• Fire And Mystery: The Old Guides

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    Moving to Ireland has enabled me to focus on the fire again. Yes, real fire. And the inner fire. The two are very closely linked. BURN OUT When you start a real fire, and get the turf burning, it sends you into a trance-like state. That is, if there aren’t any other household chores to […]

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  • Work Explodes At The Media Consultancy

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    What’s wrong with this picture? It’s a bit ‘old school’, isn’t it? Apple G3, fax machine, CDs and books. Those are the things that surrounded me in my home office in the mid-90s. But when I set up business on my own, that was all the rage. Honest. Looking at this photo now, it all […]

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  • The Castlerock Diary 6: Wee Wifey in the holy land

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    It was the day of Wee Wifey’s arrival. I got up early and zipped around the cottage like a flatulent sprite – washing, ironing, shopping, writing, editing and having a shower – almost all at the same time. I finally got the house polished and shiny, and stocked up on a month’s groceries from ASDA, […]

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  • The Castlerock Diary 5: The appearance of The Marchogion

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    I don’t wish to embarrass him. But this man – who, for all I know, could be a descendant of The Knights of Conwy – visited me in my Irish hideaway. This ‘holy knight’ of Colwyn Bay – The Marchogion – flew in on his metal steed and graced my wee cottage with his presence. […]

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  • The Castlerock Diary 4: Thunderbirds & sand-demons

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    Our peaceful seaside town saw some high drama this week. I was chatting with my artist friend Patricia in her delightful tearoom and art gallery just the other day, when the sound of sirens filled the streets. It was the local coastguard rushing towards the beach. On further investigation, I found out not only the […]

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  • The Castlerock Diary 3: Brian Wilson & mythical beasts

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    Desperate for wireless, I have resorted to begging in public places. Castlerock does not seem to be on the map so far as mobile broadband is concerned (though I’m prepared to be corrected by anyone in the know). So I’ve been pleading with local café owners, to see if I can get online while buying […]

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  • The Castlerock Diary 2: Faeries, ghosts & sacred space

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    A friend of mine said there’s a ghost story behind every hedgerow in Ireland. Or something like that. When I arrived here in Castlerock, there was only me in this cottage. Then I heard a woman clearing her throat with a gentle cough. Was it someone next door? Was it someone walking past the house? […]

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  • The Castlerock Diary 1: C S Lewis, signposts & seeds

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    I am in the seaside town where C S Lewis spent his childhood holidays. There’s even an old fashioned streetlamp across the road from my cottage. And a few minutes’ walk away is the sparkling drama of the Atlantic Ocean. This is Narnia. We know it as Castlerock. But in Lewis’ imagination, it was a […]

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