A rip-roaring yarn from Yarm, where an intrepid Victorian explorer falls into a curious time-slip – finding himself in a future he could never imagine. Where have all the people gone? And why all the masks…?
My dearest companions, I thank you for following my travels across the wild and wonderful countryside. Be it my battle against the Beast of Brixton, or swimming across the wild waters of Warwick, I am pleased that this journal has allowed me to mark my experiences. Even I would not believe these tales were they not written in my own hand.
Our Streets Unmasked commissioned seven stories in three parts, asking young and emerging writers to write pieces that reflected the changing faces, real and imagined, of the places we live as they took off their masks and woke from their lockdown slumber. Notebook in hand, writers visited their chosen location on three dates to gather inspiration for their three-part story conjuring often surreal and magical changes within them. All commissioned writers received advice, editorial guidance and a small fee. More about Our Streets Unmasked here.