Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

A journey backwards through my journals

Bus times, dreams, a conversation with my four-year-old grandson – and an incident of which I have no recollection at all

‘And then we went down to Blackpool Sands and bought a bucket and spade’: notebook jottings on a previous life. [Joseph McKeown/Getty Images]

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