Jean couldn’t help but laugh as Sammy, her eighteen month old cockerpoo, tore across the thin film of water coating the surface of the estuary. As he turned his head
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Hank Van Burne was a confident man. Confident in his physicality. Confident in his intelligence. Especially confident in his tracking ability and skill with a rifle. His passion for hunting
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My first thought on alighting at London’s St. Pancras railway station was that whoever had written that famous homesick line “Oh to be in England, now that April’s here,” must
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