Bed and hoard
“The rain had drenched our rooms, my flokati rug warming up nicely to smell of wet goat”
IF you were ever to be in my bedroom and thought to open a particular cupboard door, you would be well advised to wear a body protector, air vest and helmet. Or to do it very carefully, inch by inch, while praying, because an avalanche of shoes and boots would likely tumble out and crush you. You’d be Flat Stanley-ed by 150 odd pairs of shoes, a selection of wellies and some silver moon boots, then skewered to the floorboards through
