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Adam Yates, as I write, is wearing the yellow jersey in this year's delayed Tour de France. It is a worthy achievement for the Bury man whose twin brother, Simon, is also a top cyclist. Whether he can win remains to be seen. A lot can happen between now and the Arc de Triomphe. For... Continue Reading →
Gas. Gas, quick boys . . .” Wilfred Owen's full, if disturbing, poem here. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est That was World War One. By the time of Second World War there were gas masks that everyone could use from the very start. We had one for the baby (that was me) in which I would have been lain... Continue Reading →
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