I have a memory of a mountain so clear I can see it with my waking eyes. The mountain is wide and solid and nameless. Snow tops its rocky slopes. Beneath it lie pastoral foothills in shades of green I have seen nowhere else. Cows shamble around doing what cows..
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Sure Peter, fire away.
Please could you let me know if you would be prepared to answer a question I have about your article yesterday in the Travel section
A big thank you for writing this. For so many months now, I haven't had a lot of things to say yes to either and […]