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August 30, 2021, by David Clark

“It’s a long way off the main road,” I commented as we bumped and swerved down the potholed road to the village, thinking of the tyres and suspension of my […]

David Clark: A Traveller’s tale

February 24, 2021, by David Clark

I listen to people’s travel stories with some reservations. “Yes I’ve been to that country’’. “I went to Rome, I saw the Colosseum ...

An Easter in Wymondham, Norfolk: April 2020

April 13, 2020, by David Clark

A sense of calm envelopes the town. People are out in the sunshine avoiding each other, but taking their exercise. “Morning’’, “mornin ...

What’s happening in Britain now the coronavirus has struck

March 29, 2020, by David Clark

We live in a small town near Norwich. We’re a small family of three plus a dog, who doesn’t care a jot, as long as he’s fed and walked! The [&he ...

  • Opinion: Modern-day slaves?
    May 11, 2017, by David Clark

    Britain is my native country. I was born and bred here, but I was living and working for some years in Bulgaria, my second home. My Bulgarian wife and I […]

  • Essay: The peace of the village
    November 6, 2013, by David Clark

    It was hot, very hot. The forecast was for unbroken sunshine and temperatures in the mid-30s. It was weather for hiding from the sun, not indulging in it. Our month-long […]

  • Letter to the Editor: Immigration
    January 25, 2013, by David Clark

    Dear Editor, I see that there is quite a furore about the rights of Bulgarian citizens to work in the U.K from January 2014. I think that the Bulgarian people […]

  • Narrative: Snow in Sofia
    October 5, 2012, by David Clark

    The sky darkens, slowly at first, and then with growing impatience. The gathering gloom, envelopes the city. The pregnant clouds press down. At first it is thin and weak, but […]

  • Lost in Time – a Vidin village
    October 5, 2012, by David Clark

    As I settled myself comfortably on the low wooden bench, shaded from the burning sun by the tangled leaves of a gnarled old grapevine, my host, a welcoming villager who’d […]