Hello and welcome to Winchester, a City set in the countryside.
Paul Silvester, resident, educator and writer.
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Read more: Brexit – Exit
It was one of Grant’s mates who invited me along to the meeting. Suzie and I were mildly ‘Brexity’ but not that bothered really. We had voted for it in the referendum. Without really talking that much about it, I think that we had both got so fed up with politics and all politicians, that…
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Read more: The Hoarder
Ernst was increasingly becoming a social isolate. He had lived in his large three-bedroom maisonette for nearly quarter of a century. Gradually the people he knew were dying. Most notably Ian who had died earlier in the year. Whilst he and Ernst had never been lovers, they had been first friends, and later companions, for…
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Read more: Scent Marking
The first time I spoke to my neighbour was in the first lockdown of the Covid years. I’d been out with Nigel. Seagulls’ screeching ricocheted off the ridge of every roof as I turned off the seafront into the narrow pedestrian streets that wound back into the old town. They were constant, but bloody loud…
Winchester Words 