If the world slowed down I would probably be younger than I am. If one can agree with that idea then let it be agreed that I am not young. I live in a hamlet in France, in the Dordogne, with my wife and a collection of English speaking cats who keep us informed of the mischief that lies in the surrounding forest. We had spent thirty and more years restoring antique furniture in Britain and thought it was time to leave the traffic, the politics, the dog poo and come to this idyll. But as luck would have it , we now have flies, chasseurs, and cat poo plus a patois difficulty which was never resolved at school. When June was Juin and is now jwuem, you can imagime the problems. I wrote poetry of a dark nature when I was younger, for about eight years but one can grow out of tormented thoughts and meet the real world. I'm not sure what is worse, but nonetheless I seem now to have a little more time to write what I like or rather not like about Britain. One can understand why I like living here. No traffic, but hoopoe, buzzards, kites, peregrines, nightingales, cicadas, mantisis, martens and of course, our beautiful, feral, feline friends are all here.
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Voyages of Elizabethan Seamen, Hakluyt ed. Payne
Silmarilion & Unfinished Tales, Tolkein
The Vampire in Europe, Montague Sommers
The Mabinogian, trans. G & T Jones
Arthurian Romances, Chrétien de Troyes
Memoires of the Crusades, Villehardouin & de Joinville
Gormanghast Trilogy, Mervyn Peake
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