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memories

memoir

I find the sound of a heavily-laden freight train comforting: as an infant, waking in the night, I would often hear the diesel locos labouring along the line across the fields, hauling thirty heaped wagons of coal from colliery to power station…

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temps perdu

When I was young, I used to enjoy the hushed reverence with which Radio 3 presenters treated music. The music would end, and there were a few moments of complete silence, before the announcer would murmur the details of the…