As I carefully folded back the neatly cut turf, it was as if I had opened up a portal to the Bronze Age...
I do not know exactly what happened that night. One person on their own might have imagined it, but when two people simultaneously witness the same event there has to be something to it...
It was the last thing that I expected to see in the Shropshire countryside. It was futile to try and run, as I was no match for the power and agility of the animal that stood before me...
Buckingham's eyes fixed upon the old man like a hawk after its prey: "May a curse be upon thee for thy treachery," he snarled....
Poor old Mrs Brown's house took a direct hit. I laughed as her wooden leg came flying over the rooftops, clattering as it bounced off the rusty corrugated roof of our toilet at the bottom of the garden...
A rather large. well-endowed lady appeared in the doorway. Why I suddenly thought about Zeppelins I can't imagine...
John had not believed me when I told him that a Mr Crapper had invented the flush toilet, so it came as no surprise that he would not believe the origin of Zippo lighters...
Profiling Colin
I was born in Ipswich, Suffolk at a very early age. As a child, I was always searching for buried treasure; the desire to do so has stayed with me throughout my adult life.
A former Local Government Officer, I moved to Shropshire 20 years ago, where I met John; a man who shares my interests; the result of which has seen us embark on many an adventure together.
In 1991 we travelled across the Baltic in the company of the Soviet Army to deliver charity goods to schools, orphanages and hospitals in the Baltic States and the Kalingrad region of Russia, where we also gave a talk on 5,000 years of British history.
I relish a challenge: in the 1980's I participated in parachuting activities and I am a keen long-distance walker. There is no greater sense of freedom than to carry all your requirements for survival upon your back and take off into the wild, blue yonder.
The Pennine Way is my favourite retreat; the featureless, bleak and barren isolation of the high moors is food for the soul.
Solitude and my love of nature inspires me to write verse. I am no Thomas Hardy (my favourite poet) but I find poetry a wonderful medium for capturing a moment in time.
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