A narrow Devon lane with hedges so high that they almost meet overhead leads from our rented cottage to the harbour, which consists of an ageing stone wall, a couple of rough ramps and a stream that flows under the…
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I cannot reveal how it happened, but some fragments of ancient manuscripts have come into my hands. It seems that these are portions of the New Testament that have somehow been omitted from the authorised versions. Since they recount incidents…
A bluebell has flowered on my parents’ grave cradled by a caressing sun and guarded by squirrels Now I know that you are still alive I can rest easy: even the naked torsos and shiny beer cans of oblivious passers-by…
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