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
04/01/20 Back at Pine Walk preparing for a tea party. There are plenty of chairs and seats, but many are merely wooden frames. A surgeon operates on B. Liddle in the kitchen. He is crouched over BL, who is sat like a rag doll on the floor. The doctor cuts away at the back of … Continue reading dream diaries… 77
December 12th 2019. I climb Old Lyme Road, past the dark houses, the long garden lawns. The black of the hedges leaning out into the tarmac. The village behind me, impossibly small, improbably distant. And then, the road ends abruptly, just as I remember it. It is still marked by the iron gate, brown and … Continue reading dream diaries…75
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