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Sometimes you bite more than you can chew. Sometimes it’s a costly mistake, but at least it tells you what your limits are. This year, armed with a drive unheard […]
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I don’t think my experience was unique, but I do wonder if it’s becoming a thing of the past. Bear with me; it’ll make sense in a moment. I grew […]
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The village of Staple Green clattered with the rhythm of practical hustle. It was a place defined by the sharp clang of hammers on iron, the sounds of livestock in […]
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The midday sun sat heavy over the meadow where Buttercup and his young trio were grazing. “Can you head back and check on Mum? I’ll be a tad later,” he […]
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“The ground didn’t just shake,” Buttercup said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “It groaned. For a heartbeat, Zamba stood frozen, the same fear that had hampered him at […]
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“The lantern was dead,” Buttercup whispered. “Total blackness. Zamba’s hooves felt like lead as he fumbled with the lantern, his grip slippery with the cold sweat of a goat who […]
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“I’d have headbutted it right off the cliff!” Bramble roared, charging a defenceless pine stump with a crack that echoed through the crags. He shook his head, dizzy but grinning […]
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There’s a lot I wish I was better at. But to pick one thing in particular, I wish I was better at practical skills. It probably stems from how I […]
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Picture the scene. Paris, France, a very long time ago. My toddler self managed to find his way onto the balcony of our flat. I don’t know exactly which floor […]
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If you’ve been walking this path with me, you’ll know the mission for 2025 was bold, verging on audacious: The Triple Impact. The goal was to make a significant dent […]
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Marble glared at Cecil. Cecil had turned the sun-drenched pond into his own stage; The swan’s serene grace only amplified Marble’s rage. “Look at him,” Marble muttered. “White as morning […]
