For the last ten years or so I have had this recurring dream. I am in a large house. It usually starts off being The Old Rectory, the first house we lived in when we moved from London, but then I realise there are parts of it I didn’t know were there. I walk through whole wings, endless bedrooms, hidden corridors, dusty echoing spaces. Firstly I feel overwhelmed. How can I cope with all this? And then comes a feeling of mounting dread. There is some e...
Published on October 17, 2014 01:32