I fled a burning archipelago in the rain, on my mother’s back, in another war or perishes in a thicket of words. And so, speaking as one of the flowers, I’ll seek rest in falling. I’ll seek asylum in ...

Despite the evil spring weather so far I decided to do some work on the flowers now in bloom. The idea came to me on a day of pouring rain when Keith and Mary Hall, of Downham, brought me a book. It ...