Blackthorn blossom, dazzling white in the hot sun, the air fragrant. When I walked along this lane in March my face was numb with cold. And now the land is awakening.
Andrew Amesbury. In this blog some names have been changed, some places have been disguised and some characters have been obscured. But the essential truth remains. You can e-mail me on andrewamesbury@live.co.uk
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