I have to admit to scepticism about this.   I grew up in North Devon from 1982, and lived two parishes away from Combe Martin.  North Devon is not a place where a lot happens.  We visited Combe Martin regularly.  We read the local paper, in fact we read both of them, even when the main story was about a goose or something.

The Hunting of the Earl ( Read more... )

And I wrote a whole long LJ post in my head as I was driving back, but now I am too tired to type it.  It was something along the lines of

- Porsche, perceptions, and why I choose Helga Saab to take me there not Percy the Purple Porsche

- Mazzards : should I get one? Or several?

-  People who say that they are clueless because they are female are very ( Read more... )