My dad climbed a ladder armed with some string and a pencil and marked out a three-stripe border that swirled around the kitchen ceiling of our new home. It was the 1970s and the sale of our modest London home enabled my parents to buy a much bigger house and garden...
It’s just us in the twilight field: the white dog and me. There is a pinkness at the edge of the sky and the oaks are in silhouette. The field is a stage and we are in the middle. No one is about but it is not quiet. There are no visible stars but the sky is so busy,...
