A long, long time ago, there were three old farmhouses down Cabin Lane on the outskirts of Oswestry. As children, we believed that they were haunted. Today, only ghostly memories remain.
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I attended the national demonstration in London on the eve of the England and Wales implementation of the Poll Tax. I share the journal entry written on the evening of March 31st 1990, and some of the photographs from the demonstration.
Every life is a strange trip through landscapes, emotions and imaginations. Increasingly, I warm to the unfashionable concept of psychogeography.
Reflecting upon the relationship between hope and organizational change arising out of reading Steve Hearsum’s – No Silver Bullet.
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