I don’t have a great deal to write about in my diary at the moment, mainly because my creative energy is being siphoned off into another direction. Most of it is going into a series of essays about life in a corner of Somerset, not far from Wells. The aim is to capture a sense of the place — a snapshot of what people are doing and why they do it — before time changes it all beyond recognition....
My Pen Hasn’t Stopped — It’s Just Wandered Off
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