Professor of Gothic literature mainly posting about books, cake, horses and my cat Dickens.
Dale Townshend
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Sunny 6-km run and interval training with my HYROX training group. 🏃
The first sweet peas of the season. Such a beautiful scent.
Rode a new horse at the livery yard today: Dexter. A twenty-year-old hunter, he’s a sharp and venerable old man.
The word ‘brekkie’ makes me feel murderous 🔪
Growing up involves the acknowledgment and acceptance of three painful truths: 1. Father Christmas doesn’t exist; 2. The Tooth Fairy is a myth; 3. There’s no such thing as a British train that departs and arrives on time. #90minutesandcounting 😡
Whitby Abbey 🧛 👀 🪦
‘You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again.’ (Jean-Paul Sartre) 👌
