Pitzhanger

Sometimes it’s better to travel hopefully than to arrive, my experience on Saturday morning. Eight stops to Ealing Broadway with Maigret to distract me; a destination I had hitherto not visited. Not worth a detour, as Michelin doesn’t say.

Maigret

I have read a few Maigret books a long time ago. There were none on my shelves until I bought this one.

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Accidental Journey

Loewenstein, Max Otto Ludwig. See Lynton, Mark Oliver Lawrence. (The London Gazette, 25th April 1947)

No Time to Die

Seven years ago I wrote this post: Wind in the Willows. It may be best to read it so you are up to date on the background.

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Easter Monday in Pictures

I am getting used to the horrid tower outside the bathroom window. That doesn’t mean I like it. The few scrawny, unhappy trees perched on the upper three terraces are pathetic.You can’t even see them in my picture.

Nimrod

Noah (and Felix) arrived at 8.30 to tidy up the garden, something he does twice a year.

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Another Memoir

Heywood Hill is where Posh Folk buy their books, though more often than not they buy mail order. Owned by the Duke of Devonshire and managed by his son-in-law it is the grandest shop in London but doesn’t swank. As it’s next door to Geo. Trumper I go when I’m having a haircut and never… Continue reading Another Memoir

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