Visions of Eden
Jul 21, 2021
3 minutes
Jamie Blackett
I WAKE disorientated. Outside, I can hear barnacle geese barking and the high-pitched peeping of oystercatchers. My inner satnav is telling me I’m at home on the Solway Firth in winter, but the vastness of the four-poster bed, the Old Master on the wall and the warmth of the July sun coming through a chink in the tapestry curtains say something completely different. I piece together a night of watching Eng-er-land beat Denmark, lubricated by copious
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