He sees the banjo in a second hand shop in Croydon. No strings attached, couple of pegs missing, battered case. They are asking 4 pounds for it.

Mark knows where Ryan is now living. Scared, Ryan decides that his only option is to flee Cliffport and head to London. But first, he has some unfinished business in his home town of Truro.

Traced the scrawl where bony fingers picked out each patchwork rut and row

He struck out ahead of the pack at a fierce pace, weaving in between patches of heather and imposing wooden stakes.

If you wouldn’t mind sitting still, just for a minute: your hair would be a butterfly sanctuary, white lichen would grow on your elbow and moss at your knees, the farmer would come

I read Tom Waits is in Edinburgh in concert; it's effing hot here in Andalucia. Out of these two unconnected things comes this... Growl it out loud as if you'd drunk those seven...

The priest was waiting in my cell. It was strange to find him there. The moment the handcuffs were taken off he stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

Baby girl… Expanding our world.