All Four Wheels On The Tarmac Life sometimes seems like standing at the curb watching moments in time flash by like Ford Mondeos. They appear on the...
Leitmotif I A piano, silent, blushed with dust. The songs it sung now fill a distant room. II Time drives its wedge; we both knew you'd leave. Still...
An Absence of Willow 'The river becomes very lovely from a little above Reading. The railway rather spoils it near Tilehurst, but from Mapledurham up...