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ByJohn MayDear Johnnie, I know you won’t appreciate me calling you that, but it’s how I think of you, my younger self. You’re 14 right now. I’m 40 years older. I’m writing this letter to you because a colleague at work has suggested that I provide you with some advice that might help you to become…
Learning from Robert Frost
ByJohn May“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.” I learned Robert Frost’s poem, ‘Stopping by woods on a snowy evening,’ for a declamation competition at school when I was ten years old. (I can’t remember if I won or…
From the End of the World to Wobbly Bridges: A Day in Trosa and Stendörren
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A day off the trail
ByJohn MayIt was raining as I got up this morning. This tipped the scales firmly in favour of a day off. But in fact, by the time I’d caught the bus to Barnard Castle, the sky was beginning to clear and I enjoyed a day in the pretty little town as a tourist. First stop was…
From Malham to Horton
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