Apologies to subscribers for the lack of a post yesterday. I’m currently in a field, in Wiltshire, like in the Pulp song. No e’s and whizz or WiFi. Except in the craft bar with it’s £7.50 pints from Lost and Grounded. Cunning, eh? A last pre-End of the Road pint with Will, who is a… Continue reading “When you were sweet 16”