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Dead Cats, Cold Curry & a Broken Heart at The Stag
By Gareth E. Rees LOCATION: Hastings It’s a wintry Wednesday night at The Stag, a Tudor pub in the old …
Scarecrow of Romney Marsh
[With thanks to Gary Budden @gary_budden] Across Romney Marsh rides the ‘Scarecrow’, AKA The Reverend Doctor Christopher Syn, leader of Kentish …
Rectogeography: A Journey Up My Own Arse
By Gareth E. Rees LOCATION: The Human Body Times past, I’d go to the doctor with a health complaint. Stomach …
Life Among the Concrete: A Harbour Wall Dérive
LOCATION: Hastings Words: Gareth E. Rees The Stade is a shingle beach from where fishermen launch their boats. At low …
Memories in the Woodchip: The Day I Moved into a Haunted House
On the day we moved into a dilapidated Victorian town house in Hastings, my wife’s grandfather died. But death was …