Maria slid the toilet window across and pressed her aquiline nose to the flyscreen, searching the car park below uneasily. Nothing but the gleam-wobbling macadam and a few cars. ‘Bickie!’ she called in a sing-song voice. ‘Bikkiiiie!’ Usually, as soon [Read more...]
Ondaatje in Somerset
This is not about cricket … in the way that the Lion King is not about lions.