I am sitting in a courtyard near the high point of Castle Buckmore, surrounded by noise. The flowers and herbs around me are buzzing with bees delighted at the bounteous nectar and, in the still air and the semi-enclosed space, the noise is deafening. I stand as Lady Nimrod of Buckmore comes out, accompanied by […]
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Fred sits casually at one side of the sofa, watching me carefully, occasionally chewing on something as if he’s concentrating very hard. Is this what he does when he’s Thinking, I wonder? “I’ve never been interviewed before,” he explains. “Thank you for sending me the list of questions. Do I have to answer them as […]
I’m sure I introduced a plane into the third story just for the fun of it, because a blue biplane flies over our house most days in the spring and summer. When he was out in the garden George always looked up at it and followed its passage across the sky before going back to […]
