Tuesday, 17 January 2012


Picture by Linda Bailey

I grew up in a strange - borderline-insane in fact - little country town near the East Coast. It has minimal transport links, an array of antiques shops, a huge book-printing factory, an excellent legend about the devil turning into a big black dog, a disproportionately large number of musicians, and not a lot else. I miss it every day.

This explains it better than I ever could.

Bungay, I salute you.


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