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Memories of an English Garden
I was driving my family down a tight country lane in the Cotswold’s, following dry-stacked stone walls. Motoring along on the other side...


The Rug
As I negotiate my way through the crowd I become mute and dumb, so that entrepreneurial tour guides don’t latch on to another hapless...


My Father’s Hands
I awoke one morning to find I had my father’s hands. We often hear others say, “you have your mother’s eyes,” or, “your father’s nose”....


The Table
One evening after sitting for hours around a friend’s kitchen table with a bottle of wine (well, maybe two), our laughter quieted to take...
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