Ray Wilson

Event 202

 By Ray Wilson My hound is getting animated as we eventually leave the riverside path; she tugs excitedly on her lead as we near the town centre. I am meeting up with my missus at her friend’s shop. “Hello, lovely girl,” Debbie says as my hound propels herself at warp speed across the wooden shop

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The White Stag

By Ray Wilson It is proper rain. lashing down in torrents, piecing stair rods—we feel the impact through our motorcycle gear as it permeates the protective fabric. We are in the heart of the ancient Ashdown forest, where at least the harsh rain is tempered through the thick canopy of trees. “Pull over,” my missus

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Truth Is the Only Drug You Need

By Ray Wilson Silly Moo We stepped into a time warp, a vortex of pure energy, and were transported to another place and time on Friday night—a more familiar and happier time and a much more relaxing place—a place of hope. A place where volunteers are helping to build a parallel world—a beautiful green, joyful

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The Last Time My Brother-in-law Saw a GP, Was to Get a Covid Shot

By Ray Wilson Motorcycle Emptiness My brother-in-law used to look more like Frohike than he does now—the same substantial build, surprising agility in tight corners. Quick-witted, jokey, and volatile— fascinated with cars and super fast motorcycles—but things have changed. He was the one who told me about water for octane. He disassembled complete motorcycle engines

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Seebackroscope

By Ray Wilson The Seebackroscope was popular in the 1950s; I confess mine is lost. It was part of a junior detective’s toolkit. The idea was that, while seemingly looking forward, you could use one eye to view behind you. This strategy is a useful concept that has applications for us today, looking back to

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The Phenomenon

By Ray Wilson It’s a warm early morning with unblemished blue skies—you can feel the energising heat of the sun on your skin. I tap lightly on the satin glass caravan door. A clear plastic wallet is taped to the door; it reads “Notice to Quit.” “Okay, mate,” I shout. There is a rummaging noise

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