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A letter to autumn

Bright, blinding sunlight beams down on Britain over the past few days – and leaves the streets riddled with bare legs and red-skinned pedestrians. Summer has arrived, but is it all it’s cracked up to be? Sitting, panting dehydrated and burning under the rays doesn’t sound all that fabulous to me. Indeed, it is truly…

The town called Oppression.

The oppressive nature of the town in which I live became blatant as the lack of rain or snow allowed the footwear choice of bright, vibrant, red and (slightly) heeled Chelsea boots. This immediately gained the attention of a group of acquaintances, dismissed with an indifferent wave and continuation on my walk. However, the discussion…