Petra After Dusk: A Welshman in the Rose-Red City
The first glimpse came at the end of the Siq — that narrow sandstone gorge twisting through the Jordanian desert. We’d been walking for what felt like miles, the rock…
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57 Years of Marriage: Moths, Maps and Mutual Respect
I’ve always believed that life is a bit like a cricket match. You turn up in good faith, bat your best innings, sometimes get caught out by a googly —…
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The Day I Missed the Train
We’ve all had those days. Everything's going to plan—until it isn’t. Let me take you back to the summer of 1965. I’d just completed my first year at dental school…