I've had a frankly surreal couple of years including working in Gibraltar, coming back to Exmoor in the middle of a Winter apocalypse,
then driving my car from there to Gibraltar.. and then driving it back (via the Arctic Circle)
then I got a job in Whitehall
then I got a job at the Guardian
(and started this blog)
possibly the flat out wierdest thing of the lot,
was being told when I got back to Parracombe
by a local mystic/wasted teenager
that the village in Exmoor in which we both live, was featured very briefly in a montage of British holiday postcards in Beatles YELLOW SUBMARINE (see below)
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