Almost three thousand miles west of France lie eight islands with a population today of 5,500 people and terrain not unlike the Falkland Islands. The similarity does not end there; both were recaptured in the 20th century.
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Grand Theft
Paperback Writers
Rabbit Curry
It had been freezing hard all the way home, and the Quaker skated perilously once or twice on the northerly stretches. As I passed the forge near my gate I issued an order for frost-nails, and while I did so the stars were kindling like diamonds over the black ridge of Shreelane Hill. The overture… Continue reading Rabbit Curry
In the Curranhilty Country
“It is hardly credible that I should have been induced to depart from my usual walk of life by a creature so uninspiring as the grey horse that I bought from Flurry Knox for £25. Perhaps it was the monotony of being questioned by every other person with whom I had five minutes’ conversation, as… Continue reading In the Curranhilty Country
Early Days, Part V
“Now that I have come to the end of my first day’s hunting I am tempted to moralize about it. But I have already described it at greater length than I had intended, so I will only remind myself of the tea I had at an inn on the way home. The inn was kept… Continue reading Early Days, Part V
Early Days, Part IV
“November, with its darkening afternoons and smell of burning weeds, found me gradually becoming acclimatized to ‘the new mare,’ as I importantly called her (using Dixonian phraseology). The groom was able to give me all his attention, since my aunt never rode in the winter. We now went longer distances; sometimes he would tell me… Continue reading Early Days, Part IV