Just one clump under the big tree near the pond in the garden at the almshouses. But surrounded by a carpet of bright yellow celandines.
I have a photo of me, in a country lane in Suffolk and aged 3 or 4, taken by my dad: I'm clutching a bunch of snowdrops and pushing a doll in a big old-fashioned pram.
I'm currently transported back there to my native Suffolk while reading 'Mr Mac and Me' by Esther Freud, given in my birthday gift of books by Neil. It tells the story of Charles Rennie Mackintosh's brief sojourn there in Walberswick as WW1 was starting.
I like the book because I know the area and can imagine I'm there and I know the story of CRM. I find it v atmospheric. I also had Patrick Gale's latest: A Place called Winter.
I like the book because I know the area and can imagine I'm there and I know the story of CRM. I find it v atmospheric. I also had Patrick Gale's latest: A Place called Winter.