It had been eight years earlier that I had left the fair shores of England by boat, I was twenty one years of age. I had headed for Australia looking for adventure and a new life. And now here I was back for a holiday in Maryport, the place of my birth. I was standing in the Labour Club with a pint of beer in one hand and a set of darts in the other. The three darts thudded into ...
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