I grew up on the North Sea coast of Yorkshire, and the particular coastal landscape, where cliffs give way to dunes and sand and shingle, and then to the supreme wilderness of the ocean, has always had for me a particular resonance. And resonance is apposite – the coast is as much a

Persepolis is a happy place. Warm, fragrant and frayed round the edges like a favourite coat, it’s half cornershop, half bazaar – a small space made huge by the abundance of goods on display. Shelves and shelves of intriguing things, mundane things, mysterious things: pomegranate molasses, ...

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