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Scotland is one of the world's most popular venues for destination weddings. Who wouldn't want to marry in a country which combines romance, beautiful scenery and splendid historic surroundings?
This book goes through the whole process in depth and include details of over 100 of the most stunning and unusual wedding venues in the country, including fairytale castles and imposing stately homes, romantic ruins and ancient abbeys.
The book is illustrated throughout with the personal experiences of couples who had their own dream weddings in Scotland.
For the many couples who wish to marry in Scotland, the hardest thing is making the arrangements from a distance. This book does the research for you, leaving you with the fun part of arranging your dream wedding!

An astounding book, over ten years in the writing, that combines historical fact with fantasy; political comment with passion, murder and intrigue; and the odour of a Gauloise with the smell of blood, sweat and tears - all in La Belle (and not so belle) France.

French Sally is not a genre novel. It is unclassifiable in conventional terms. It is a hugely complex work where no fewer than four authors, at least three of them fictional, write about ambiguously fictional characters who struggle with reincarnated characters from the French Revolution as they try to revisit The Terror upon all who resist a corrupt President. It is a book about a book, where games are played with fact and fiction; history and fantasy; past, present and future. A novel where 'the quest is… to trap the elusive point at which the impossible happens. One day, perhaps, our understanding will stretch beyond its current confines to embrace dimensions at present barely imagined. Until then all we have are glimpses - tiny apertures through which the mystery rushes like water through a gap in the dyke.'

It is a true tour de force from an Englishman who has lived in France for many years. We have marvelled how anything so intricate and compelling could have been written. It is a huge work dealing with issues of universal relevance. It is unique and it will challenge you, as it has challenged us. It is not an easy book, that's for sure, but, vraiment, it should be read.

EXTRACT FROM FRENCH SALLY

The inaugural issue of our literary journal publication contains an international collection of first class short fiction, creative non-fiction, poetry, photographs and images. Contains work by renowned authors such as Melanie Rae Thon and John Dufresne as well as exciting new writers and artists.

EXTRACTS FROM UNBOUND PRESS JOURNAL

"Isn't it kinda dangerous screwing a married woman, then going to her house to buy a goat from her husband?" Tommy asked.
"Damned right it is, and I see that silly bastard every day at the Red Onion. Never let him outta my sight either. You never know what a jealous husband is capable of. Seen too many of 'em at the tavern. But he always pays his tab, so I let him in."
Tommy knew if anyone told Bull what he was about to do, Bull would kill him. If Rachel found out, she would leave. He couldn't decide which would be worse.
(Goats and Dumplins - C D Mitchell)

'My first mistake as a teacher at Borrego was the hard eye I fired at Calvert Benally who sat in the back of the classroom tipped back on his chair. I had not even stated teaching yet. I was still a guest, just sitting in on classes to get a good look at things, but Calvert stirred something inside me, something aggressive, something possibly violent that I hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe not ever.'
(Unsettled: A Teacher's Year in Navajoland - Kurt Caswell)

Where would you draw the line between social control and civil liberties? It was drawn in a different place in the late 60s and 70s from where we find it now. Unreasonable Force, with remarkable candour, describes how policing has changed from 'Force' to 'Service' during the past 40 years and asks whether the change has been altogether a good thing. For the author, a police officer back then, who found himself on the front lines of the police ranks during the Toxteth Riots in the summer of 1981, that line wasn't drawn nearly so much in favour of 'control' as he would have liked.

EXTRACT FROM UNREASONABLE FORCE

My arms feel weary, my back is aching from crouching behind the shield for just a few minutes but what feels like hours, the strength has gone out of my legs and sweat drenches me from top to toe. It runs in rivulets off my face and drips off my nose onto my shield-wielding arm. My nose runs and I feel snot joining the sweat. I can hardly breathe, hunched over in full uniform, breathing in my own sweat and the odour of hundreds of other sweaty bodies.
And this is what I think: I'm in a position that I have no control over whatsoever - it's a nightmare - they are trying to kill me.
The hundreds of would-be murderers carry on picking things up and throwing them at us and they get nearer and nearer to our line. I can see them through my shield, darkly. Then the megaphoned voice from behind us shouts again. "RETREAT, RETREAT, RETREAT…" over and over until it penetrates our thick skulls. We lift our shields no more than one inch above the ground and we shuffle backwards and, of course, some of us do it at a different speed from the others. The undulating line undulates too much in paces and gaps appear. As soon as they do, missiles are rained down and the retreating line falters.
"STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND YOUR GROUND…" shouts the megaphoned voice from behind us over and over again until it penetrates our thick skulls.
And then comes another megaphoned voice, also from the rear, and shouting at the same time: "RETREAT, RETREAT, RETREAT… and so on.

As the author comments: "This is real policing. Never mind the bollocks."

Wry observation, cynical comment, humour hidden in pathos, and vice versa. The Journey and Other Stories is a compilation of short, very short, and ultra short pieces of fiction chronicling one writer's continuing commentary upon the human condition. "They sure ain't purty," he said in a fake American Accent when asked how best to describe them, "but then humanity ain't either."

EXTRACTS FROM THE JOURNEY AND OTHER STORIES

That first drive with Harry at the wheel was an eye opener. Effortlessly and elegantly he swept us around bends and past vehicles, swooshed us along open roads at tremendous speed, eased off, accelerated out of steep curves and, all the while, he kept up an incessant and controlled patter that reflected his actions in terms of The System. The written word can't do justice to the speed of thought allied to the speed of the vehicle allied to the speed of verbal delivery as he drove us fast, fast, fast and ever so safely out of town and north towards the Lake District…
Here's a suggestion to all who think they are good drivers. Try doing what Harry did. Try doing it at normal speeds. Go on, have a go! This is how you start: In the distance I can see…
(The Journey)

OK, so I'm the Devil. Incarnate, yes. So what? You gotta problem with that? Aw, come on, give me a break. And no, I'm not a devil, I'm the Devil. You know - Beelzebub, Mephistopheles, the Fallen Angel - yes, that's me. OK?
(Soul Trader)

It was difficult for Nicholas to separate fact from fantasy much of the time. He had the propensity, which is so evident in politicians and children, that made him believe a thing to be so simply by saying it. He'd been like that all of his life, his mother said. It made life awkward, she said.
(Le Mirage)

"Listen!" said the man with the broken heart. "Listen, while I tell you about love."
(Listen!)