43. Sand in my eye [Formby beach]

‘I’m at the station,’ reads the text message, ‘Where are you?’
I stab a reply. ‘At the station, too. Where are you?’
Simon and I have driven to Formby beach. It’s minus 5 outside but here in the car it’s as steamy as an afternoon in the Malaysian rainforest. The heating has been cranked up [...]

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9. Gaia’s last hurrah [Astley Green, Lancashire]

Back in the early 90s I lived in a knackered old mansion house in Liverpool. It overlooked Sefton Park and had long since been given over by the landlord, Mr Hyland, to the ravages of student life. It had no central heating and was so filthy that my mum refused to sit down when she [...]

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