A Christmas Tale
It was dark, eerily so, in the Docklands in London. Save for a woman sweeping up ahead, we felt like the only souls wandering the streets at this hour. As we approached her, she stopped sweeping and turned towards us…
It was dark, eerily so, in the Docklands in London. Save for a woman sweeping up ahead, we felt like the only souls wandering the streets at this hour. As we approached her, she stopped sweeping and turned towards us…
The American and I have been seriously discussing a short journey to provincial England, to live there for a few months in a country village much like the fictional Causton from the TV series Midsomer Murders. And this is how I envision life there…