Wednesday, 4 September 2013
Linen & Thatch
'Into the private, dark, snuggling, rose-pink shire of sleep, Walter spun quick, looking-glass years of innocent childhood. Under linen and thatch he wormed and stretched. The glow from his Aladdin, paraffin, pig-roasting hot chimney burned the star of wonder on his bedroom ceiling. A golden, buttermilk, wild rose, cuckoo spit summer melted, lugubrious, into him.'