A Community of Sufferers*

I'm having a meal with my husband at a pub in Bristol, delighting in the warm and jovial conversation of the three older men having a pint at the neighbouring table. By their camaraderie, I  assume they've had a long history together, probably meeting at this very pub over many years. As I finish my chicken…

Small town diaspora.

Are there any, like myself, the diaspora of a small and rural, remote town. Are there any, like myself, who yearned to know where the gravel road led. But, now that it's gone, wish I could follow it home. Are there any, like myself, who used to think the open spaces were like walls that…