Foraging In Norfolk
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Hurray! Notebook Is Republished Today!
Subscribe now I write this morning in a bit of pharmaceutically suppressed pain, due to a fractured jaw sustained during some extremely tricky dental surgery, but feeling positive about spring, creativity, my new home by the sea and a bit of good news: After well over a year out of
What I Am Able To Tell You About Houses
Today's essay, which you'll find directly below, is quite a personal one, and I'm limiting it to paying subscribers only. A paying subscription costs a minimum of £2 per month (or £20 per year if you prefer), allows you to read everything new I
Memories Of My Time Living In Edwardian Britain
"... we also missed the other horses who’d done quieter jobs that you hadn’t noticed so much at the time, such as the Data Entry Horse, the Tax Horse, and the Listening Horse, whose job it was to bear witness to your innermost troubles and interject every few minutes with a calming neigh."
