Bartleboom

They say begins with a single step. Today we set out and take that first step, the carriage is here and everyone is rushing round, trying to get finished in the eleventh hour all those things they forgot in earlier … Read More »

Dearest, Things have been in great turmoil here, nerves on edge, tempers tempestuous, raised voices have been heard on more than one occasion. Of late though things have calmed, perhaps we have realised that there is nothing at present that … Read More »

Dearest, Sometimes there are moments in the night, when sleep refuses to come, when the half-darkness ceases to be either a scary unknown or a comforting blanket. It becomes instead an entire world, the only world, strangely calm, surreal, and … Read More »

Dearly beloved, It has to be said that today was certainly unusual in that we had a strange new visitor at the inn. A young girl who turned up with a cat draped round her shoulders: she is an artist, … Read More »

Dearest, Well as so often happens when one is in fine company with a jovial excess of wit and erudition we ended up talking long into the night, first sitting on the beach listening to the tide coming in, then … Read More »

Dearly Beloved, Just a short note for now to let you know that I intend to spend the afternoon on the beach with my good friend Plasson the painter, I have aquired a bottle of fresh pressed grape juice from … Read More »

Dearest, I fear that another day has passed without anything of any real import to confer, the sun rose, birds sang, sheep went about their usual sheeply business, all in all the glorious norm was upheld. The only slight kerfuffle … Read More »

Dearest, Today the sun is so hot as to be almost unpleasant, and although I rose late, I have already perforce had to venture forth into it to see the local general medical practitioner. This was to inquire about some … Read More »