This summer’s heatwaves are disturbing
To escape the furnace of England, I travelled north, to Scotland
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To escape the furnace of England, I travelled north, to Scotland
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Muriel Spark and Iris Murdoch remind me of la belle vie
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Its mountain passes have become motorways of selfie sticks
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The pleasures of our mild summers are vanishing
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Once again – this time in Thetford – asylum seekers have become a locus for violence
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The people-watching near Brighton’s West Pier was so good my book went entirely unread.
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This summer, take the epic satire Don Juan to the beach.
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We should remember this is as much a season of Shakespearean bliss as the stirring of mad blood.
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Whether mocked for a staged snap or forced to return home, PMs rarely enjoy a holiday.
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It wasn’t as bad as my frozen shoulder, but I do have to avoid laughing.
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It’s time to get smart about British summers.
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The essential books of the year so far, according to New Statesman staff and contributors.
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As the gloom and magic of autumn looms, another season of the year sneaks out the door.
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Summer is precious and fleeting. But so, I reflect as I watch the dog I’ve loved for 15 years, is…
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The world is close to collapse. But can our love of summer save it?
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You know it’s going to be a cut above a standard summer barbecue when guests have a choice of two…
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I am going to put my nose in lilac and honeysuckle and roses and be generally unbearable with luxuriousness.
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This season is oppressive, and it’s not only the heat. Can we just skip to September?
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What to see in the UK this summer: from a famous Picasso portrait to an exploded garden shed.
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The Fringe should be enjoying its 75th year. Instead Nish Kumar, Mark Watson and other performers insist it needs reform.
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