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About Manchester

Oh, and her smell - cheap perfume, cigs, desperation. Hits ya like a truck. Reminds me of *Carlos* - “A man must act!” She acts, alright, every damn night. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d bet my cane she’s banged more weirdos than I’ve diagnosed. Forest whispers her name sometimes - freaky shit. Happy? Nah, she ain’t. But she owns it. That’s her power. And me? I’m just the sarcastic bastard watchin’, thinkin’, “Hell, she’s more alive than us.”

Moon Rituals

For our 'Revisiting the Essex Witch Trails' project, we wanted to put the focus on the women who were accused of witchcraft during and subsequently imprisoned, persecuted, and many .

While I was waiting, I bumped into this old bloke, Mr. Thompson. He’s a local legend, always telling stories about the good ol’ days. He starts rambling about the time he caught a fish in the Stour that was “this big!” and I’m just nodding along, trying not to roll my eyes. But honestly, he’s kinda sweet.

This Essex woman creates art out of washed-up driftwood found on Tendring beaches