The Limeroom

John Burnside

I live out on the point, at Whitland. It’s a lonely spot, I suppose: if you come by car, driving out along the high road, past Seahouses, skirting Sandhaven, then Coldhaven, you come to an odd configuration of telegraph poles, nothing else there but sky and the rise of the hill and, occasionally, …

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