Posted on 22 September 2016
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It was my first time in Brighton this summer, sometimes known as little London by the sea. I love coastal cities. I love the way they bring two worlds together and offer everybody everything all in one beautiful sprawling landscape. But Brighton has more… Continue Reading “Little London by the Sea”
Posted on 19 August 2016
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In Whitby, North Yorkshire, England, the old ruined abbey on the hill overlooks the bay and pulls tourists up the 199 steps it takes to reach it, like the tide pulls the sea. The focal point of the town and a major tourist attraction, this ruined abbey was originally built in the 1200s and is an incredibly atmospheric ruined building to wander around, not least because it forms part of the backdrop for Dracula’s arrival in England in Bram Stoker’s classic.
Category: column, themeTags: abbey, coast, england, garden, hidden gem, samantha priestley, travel, UK, united kingdom, whitby, yorkshire
Posted on 4 August 2016
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He stepped from The Tube and walked through the station. It was still a sun-filled early evening when he emerged onto the street. He carried a cream shopper bag over his shoulder with meat-free burgers and halloumi nestled together inside.
Posted on 19 May 2016
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Every Wednesday evening she finished work early and drove her old Renault across town to the nursing home. It was one of the strangest routines she’d ever implemented in her life. Her mother was ninety-three. She was smaller than a rose bush. She was… Continue Reading “The Roundabout”
Category: short storiesTags: aging, daughter, dying, england, folded word, garden, journey, mother, nursing home, rotary, roundabout, samantha priestley, short story, UK
Posted on 17 March 2016
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He thought, more than anything in the world, that there was nothing worse than holes.
The last straw came when he was walking down the street one day in London. He was looking at how Tower Bridge stood majestic against the pure blue spring sky, its two sibling towers tall above The Thames, and then the next minute his knee hit the pavement and his hand darted out in front of him to take the strain, and he was staring at the stone path so close to his face it took him a moment to fathom what had just happened.
Category: short storiesTags: community service, commuters, daffodils, england, folded word, garden, london, potholes, samantha priestley, short story, spring, UK
Posted on 18 February 2016
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Sheffield.
From one side of the building, down the sandstone steps, the library hugs the corner and the theatre waits below a yawn of concrete plaza. On the other side, through the double doors, fountains leap from the pavement in the square and Italian restaurants work from lunch till late at night.