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There are moments when, far from home, I long for the company of my own kind. Sometimes a simple grave will do. It was quite by chance that I discovered the renowned writer, radical educator and fellow Scot A.S. Neill had died in the Suffolk coastal village of Aldeburgh—less than an hour's drive from where I had recently relocated—so early one day I set out to find him. After several hours of searching local cemeteries I gave up and retreated to Aldeburgh’s shingle beach. Neill spent over half his life in this part of Suffolk, and many times he would have looked out from where I was sitting.
