Sunday 28th January
We drive down county lanes, through bare fields and past naked trees, watching the smoke rising from the chimneys of little houses dotted across the landscape, each one surrounded by its own homestead, its own cluster of trees and out buildings; little fortresses for each family in scant January fields.
It’s a short journey and I hop…
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