April was racing towards its end. Only a week or two before, the beech wood had exploded into a mist of tiny, pea-green, guileless little leaves. Beneath them, along the drive that led up the the house, the air was giddy with the scent of bluebells and alexanders, turned earth and fecundity. The hens in […]
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