Sunday 6th October
Outside the train window the countryside slips past in a sludgy blur. Clouds, heavy with rain, hang over green-brown fields, the odd house dotted in between. The boys and I stare out of the windows and watch the French countryside fly past, the train not stopping until we reach Paris, slowing only when we hit the suburbs. In a glimpse…
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