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Local News

He was certainly the oldest man in Whitby. Occasionally the odd cub reporter would be sent by the editor of the local rag to try and get a story. “Silly old bugger won’t ever tell us anything, but you have … Continue reading

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Dread Ditch Copse

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199 Steps

My granddad was a swashbuckling crewman on the old lifeboat. I’m a dentist. Worlds apart. Of an evening he would entertain us with stories of weather, stricken ships, lives saved, lives lost. Sometimes his mates would come around and light … Continue reading

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