In my mind, I can see The Garden. It is summertime. There is no blue snow, impasto on the lawn; nor any stripped, quivering branches; nor a layering of black leaves; nor any rain. Only sun. The Garden is square. Before The Bungalow is a pink and grey flagstone patio, chequered like the chessboard I … Continue reading The Garden
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The Man on the Tor
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.” ―Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles It was the year I fell in love with Sherlock Holmes. My The Complete Stories of---my red bible---lay in the backseat of my dad’s Mercedes. We left the long shadows of the … Continue reading The Man on the Tor
