Bookish: from Winter Solstice

He leaned against the stile, sheltered from the north by the thick wind-break of the gorse, and turned to face the sea. He saw the long line of the horizon, the bay sweeping out to the point where the lighthouse still blinked. Beyond it, to the south-east, the sky was...

Bookish: from Winter Solstice

Bundled gloomily in his overcoat, cocooned in the back of the taxi, he thought of homes, remembering to the very beginning. Yorkshire and Radley Hill, where, an only child, he had been born and brought up. A large, solid, and comforting family home, filled with the...

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