Notes on walking home

Today was the hottest day of the year. I left the sweltering metropolis on the 6.33 out of Paddington. In Reading the parks were yellow and scuffed. The Kennet’s water meadows ran a startling green colour. After Hungerford the railway line follows the canal, which was cobalt-coloured and undisturbed by a breeze of any kind. All […]

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New Year

Everyone else had turned towards home and lunch; he could hear the shouts of the other boys as they followed the track over the river and down to the farmhouse. He and Fred climbed on towards a rocky outcrop. The sky was blue, there was snow on the tops. He carried Fred on his shoulders, […]

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