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Peter BarronThe Northern Echo |
I DON’T know what it is about my blood, but mosquitos love it – never more so than during a recent holiday with my wife to the Italian island of...

SO, here I am, on Platform 4 of Darlington station, waiting for the 3.58pm to Aberdeen – with a drum-kit. Yes, a drum-kit. I’m not even catching...

THE longer the marriage lasts – and ours has just reached the 37-year mark – the harder it is to earn brownie-points. The days when youthful...

SOMETIMES only raw courage will do – and that’s what it took the day the birds invaded the house. It started on Sunday morning when a startled...

AS I head deeper into my seventh decade, I feel the need to focus on something that’s become an increasingly important feature of my life: reading...

MANY thanks to former teacher June Clough for passing on a lovely story after my Dad At Large talk to Durham Friendship Centre in Belmont earlier this...

TALK about being well and truly shellshocked… Christopher, our eldest, was woken from a deep sleep with the devastating news: “Nigel’s dead!”...

BEFORE I go any further, I should acknowledge the fact that my mum, now approaching 93, is a ruddy marvel. Still independent, still doing her own...
