In 1992 I lived at number 81 with two hippies, one cat and an abundance of large rats that were rarely seen but knew how to shake the fridge in the dark. The rats were fed on the compost heap the hippies kept at the back of the garden, a […]

___ On the last day of our trip we came around a corner and there it was, spread out before us like a mirror set into the grass, its surface covered in a carpet of water-lilies. A curved wooden bridge arced over the pond like something out of a Monet. […]