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dreams of a wistful nomad (1.3)

DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad “No need to apologise,” said the gatekeeper. “How about detective ?” “Monsieur ?” “We have needed a new detective for a while. And I know of a case that has just come up. The Chief of Police is understaffed. It would really help if you were a detective.” “Again, monsieur, I know … [Read more...]

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dreams of a wistful nomad (1.2)

DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad He had walked for about an hour along the old road before the wall of the town finally came into view. It was so tall and imposing that it seemed to rise from the earth and touch the clouds. As he approached, the nomad could see nothing else in front of him. The wall was everywhere, filling … [Read more...]

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I was a Leeds Uni student when I discovered Kurt Vonnegut. His books were a constant distraction from the texts I was supposed to be reading. Thanks to an article in the Guardian newspaper today, I've learned there's even more to love about him. So it goes. … [Read more...]

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A short (non commercial) photo slideshow of preparations through to grand opening. I was very proud of my little village this week. Giraudel Flower Show 2014 from paul crask on Vimeo. The lovely backing track is Sempre Ricordo from the Opera Babes album Beyond Imagination. Hope the babes are okay with me using it. … [Read more...]

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dreams of a wistful nomad (1.1)

DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad I don’t understand what any of this means. The open plain looks far more attractive to me than the dark valley and the town, but I need a hot meal, a bath and a bed. I will go to the town as the note asks, but the issue of unraveling this mystery will have to wait until I am rested, washed … [Read more...]

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Spent the night on the beach at Rosalie Bay hoping to see a giant leatherback turtle come ashore to lay her eggs. No luck. But it was worth it for the sunrise. … [Read more...]

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dreams of a wistful nomad (1.0)

DREAMS OF A WISTFUL NOMAD By Paul Crask the nomad Nestled on the brow of the grassy hill was a cemetery whose weathered headstones had been ground smooth by both the passage of time and the bluster of the seasonal mistral. Half encircled by a broken picket fence, once whitewashed but now flaking and sun-bleached, the cemetery looked rather … [Read more...]

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Batibou

Enjoyed a cold beer with Irma while a peaceful Atlantic lapped against the deserted Batibou shoreline and the late afternoon sun stole away to the west. … [Read more...]