columnist
Sep 03, 2020
2 minutes
2020 hasn’t been all I thought it would be. No glittering gold excursions to St Petersburg, no wild ruby weddings in Vegas and no rummaging through flea markets in and around Biarritz. But although my feet have been planted on English soil, I have still found refreshing, exciting journeys to be had, captivated by a discovery found by looking out of my window. The romantic silvery blues and
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