FEAR OF HEIGHTS

When I lived at Malthouse Farm Buster lived up at the top of the lane. I met him at the beginning of my last summer at the house, by the end of the holiday I was gone. I had never had a best friend before and didn't really know how to identify one, but Buster … Continue reading FEAR OF HEIGHTS →

PEANUTS FOR CHINA

When I was young and had my whole life in front of me I wanted nothing more than to be older. To have less life in front of me. I had time to burn and a box of matches. But this was the seventies, the pre-information age, so my longing for the years to pass … Continue reading PEANUTS FOR CHINA →