Hardy's people are so silly.
And the universe- which for the purposes of this novel is known as Egdon Heath- punishes silliness as cruelly as the Victorians wanted to believe it punished wickedness.
Judy and I have fallen back into a regular exchange of emails. I didn't think we would. But we have several shared interests. I don't…
The sun came out yesterday. So I... Swept the garage, swept up the leaves that had accumulated and turned sodden in various nooks and…
A big party had been mooted for my 70th. It would probably have involved everyone dressing up as pirates. But then the pandemic happened. There…