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All Souls Day

Just been to church. I live opposite St. Andrews Church in Presteigne, one of 4 Church of England churches in Wales. (It’s a long story, with which I won’t bore those readers uninterested in church history).

I went because today is All Souls Day, a day of remembrance for those who have recently died. And I wanted to have one last cry for old Chas . . . → Read More: All Souls Day

Old Chas Ambler

Yesterday, Saturday 5th of September, we buried my dear old friend and partner in crime, Christopher Charles Ambler, known to the world as Chas. We buried him in a remarkable ceremony at a remarkable site up in the Tatham Fells above the vilage of Lowgill. It’s a place Chas knew and loved well, a place where a few other friends are buried. Chas’s body . . . → Read More: Old Chas Ambler

Drive carefully

You might think you know who your family are, and where you’re from, but a few days diddling about on the internet can turn what you knew, what you thought you knew, inside out. I was born in Guildford, son of Alan Marchant, in 1958. Alan wasn’t a great bloke, as it goes, and I wrote about him in ‘Something of the Night.’ He was . . . → Read More: Drive carefully