Grounding

  • Feet on the Ground

    By Ray Wilson It’s been the warmest day of the year so far. I am walking the dog in the Ashdown Forest, in an area where King Henry the Eighth used to run amok, slaying deer, drinking, and wenching. “How’s Hegarty?” I say. “He’s so much better,” she says. I don’t know her name, but…

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