Tiny Tears

Stretched between the pear trees lining the avenue, the nets were alive with birds.
Dinner at the chateau is an experience worth braving the frightful rigour of the cross channel ferry for and having lunched on an evil tasting ‘croque monsieur’ with Margaux, my only hope of salvation lay in the legendary hospitality of the Marquis [...]

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First Blood

A superlative feast of eggs, rashers and toast being dispatched, the Manchester Guardian freshly ironed in the pantry, the banter with Molly, a giggle and a promise of something hot for tea.
I am resplendent in Colonel Cormorant’s finest, canary yellow vest, black coat, hunt buttons, the boots gleaming, crop smartly tapping as I stride briskly [...]

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The Blessings

The following tale is taken from the journal of my very dear friend Mr. E. Flavius Mercurius. Posted to me in a plain brown envelope, some weeks after his incarceration it appears to be an account of a day out we may have enjoyed in the company of the Gael. I can make no [...]

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A Visit to The Footbinder

Mr. Cornelius Clinch emerging from the back of the shop, neat and impeccably shod, an expression of conspiratorial expectation etched upon his features.
Owner of ‘The Footbinder’, purveyor of shoes and hand tooled suitcases to the gentry of Muswell Hill and the surrounding countryside, Cornelius had plied his trade in my father’s day and, it is [...]

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