Faraway Places with Strange-Sounding Names

I’m in the centre of Tunbridge Wells today and pass two elderly women sitting on a bench, sharing a bag of crisps. One woman starts reading the packet. “Oh look,” she says, “they were made in Denmark.” “Never mind,” says the other, “at least it’s not Morocco or somewhere like that.” You couldn’t make it… Continue reading Faraway Places with Strange-Sounding Names

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