The smell of cigarettes ...

I'm sitting in my chair, reading Simon Raven, sipping honey and lemon - 

The ribald anecdotes divert me me for a while - 

I then imagine lanes winding through drowsy pastures - 

I think of poignant photographs and childhood holidays - 

Memories were shared on a sunlit lawn - a disco in a parish hall, the smell of cigarettes in a twilight field - 

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Tuesday 4 April 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset