Homeward bound, I stride downhill and turn onto the narrow, paved path that runs diagonally across a grassy, square field edged, road-side, with spreading, still-leafy...
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Homeward bound, I stride downhill and turn onto the narrow, paved path that runs diagonally across a grassy, square field edged, road-side, with spreading, still-leafy...
Grey morning light filtered through the attic window. On a visit to a dear friend in Germany, I lay comfy in a narrow bed, a feather down duvet keeping me cosy. I was...
Where does it come from, the world around us or the world within? Both, I suspect. I loved the story I once heard on the radio about a fellow musician driving some...
I'm chewing through this abridged (!) biography of the great novelist. It's a secondhand book which caught my eye because I'm considering putting up episodes of my...
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