Temperature got down to 8 degrees. Donned thermals. Arrived London. Resorted to the Ladies in Euston to disrobe. Methinks I am a member of the cast in Cupid's Twelfth Night where the Newfoundland cadences so enhanced the play. Blackberry picking here in the extraordinary green of Kendal ' s fell. And so farewell to Newfoundland my second home but not for long I hope.
writer - dramatist - essayist - critic
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