The nor' wester tears the clouds off in strips as it boils over the mountains. Throughout the rainy, humid spring the mountains have been so close you could touch them. Now they recede into shadows on distant electric blue - layers in the landscape and layers in time. Summertime begins. ‘Driving home for Christmas’, down a dusty gravel road, through the avenue of blue and gold spires, bugloss and mullein, and ‘a thousand memories’. The valley opens out ahead, the ...
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