Stoke-on -Trent. My home city. As I gaze wistfully across green Cornish pastures to the remote little cove next to my home, I am forever grateful for the opportunity that came my family’s way that enabled us to escape from this terminally depressed and squalid excuse for a City. The Potteries folk are by and […]
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