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Not your (well, my, grandma’s library)
Not your (well, my) grandma’s library) I’m embarking on a new travel(ish) series: I will be exploring Norway in the most unadventurous way possible, via its network of public libraries. Hush now, it’s not as boring as you imagine! How many mountains do you need to see on-screen? One, maybe, I think. Maybe two, if…
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A childhood memory that arrived unexpectedly and didn’t leave
In the 90s: Winter. Cape Town. It is dark, very early in the morning. School holidays have begun. Rain slashes the windscreen of our old, rusted Datsun, the one with the hole in the floor that we could stick our fingers through or peer in to watch the tarred road whizz by beneath. The daily…
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