At the Konditorei   Close, warm, and humming with the relaxed sounds of post- midday Kaffee-Kuchen. The  cakes are...

Too much of my life so far has depended upon dressing-gowns, Some sort of ‘string-theory’ tied by myself wax-thumbed...

Horses and geese in a sodden field. Solitaries with luggage on a wet platform. Postage-stamp house on a bit...