12/01/20. Walking the village, bottom to top; from the palm of shops - the butcher, the baker, the barber, the bookshop, the (burnt-out) Broken Biscuit Co-op - up, up the length of high street, up, up the length of Old Lyme Road, to the quiet site, hidden in the fog, of Cliff House... * … Continue reading dream diaries… 78 →