Hello and welcome to Winchester, a City set in the countryside.
Paul Silvester, resident, educator and writer.
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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…
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Read more: Summer Dream
Warmth is a strong emotion. The layers of belonging, the physical, emotional and basic sensory heat enfolding me. The joyful sense of completeness and achievement stretching out with a long finish, a note held by an orchestra where the strings take up that haunting long finishing note, gently rising, one from another, or perhaps a…
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Read more: Fiat Punto Rides Again
“Ooh… hello, is this the bus for Oliver’s Battery?” “That’s right darlin’. Single or return?” The lady smiled, fishing for the pass in her bulging handbag. “That’s fine. ‘old tight luv”, nodding, eyes flicking from rear camera to wing mirror. The orange blink of indicator smearing across the wet road, he slid open the droplet-beaded…
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