Reading M R James ...

Whenever I read M R James I listen out for whispering on the stairs - 

I look over my shoulder to see if there's a white fluttering shape behind me - 

A slip of paper dances before my fingers - 

The garden is filled, inch by stealthy inch, with shadow - 

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Tuesday 29 August 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset