“Margaret Thatcher (1983)” by Rob Bogaerts / Anefo – Nationaal Archief

Dear Diary,

My brother and I tried to explain to a throng of youngsters at band rehearsal on Monday.  But they didn’t understand!  How could they?  Sometimes I don’t understand it myself.  Sometimes I look back, and I think to myself: how could a thing like this happen?  In my lifetime?  In the UK?

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Dear Diary,

I’m bored of my recent blogs.  Let’s have something different.  Here are 5 settings of classic showdowns that form the finale of epic stories:

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The Pontcysyllte Aqueduct

('Crossing Pontcysyllte Aqueduct' by Marek Isalski)
(‘Crossing Pontcysyllte Aqueduct’ by Marek Isalski)

A quick glance over her shoulder, and Angharad saw the shadows of the men appear far behind them.

“We have to hurry!”, she shouted, but by now their horse was utterly exhausted and their pace was slowing.  Without saying a word, Matthew took the stern rope in his hand, pulled himself up and over the roof of the boat with the other, and jumped onto the path.  He spun around, wrapping the rope across his torso, and then he hooked it over his shoulder and pulled.  His dark face crumpled into a frown as his back hunched over and he forced his way forward; his bulk now another stumbling dark shape against the reddening sky. Continue reading