John Walker

Some of you will remember the story, set out in Shadow Dancing, about how, a few days after I bought this house, a near death British Blue, (or she might be a Chartreuse, identical except for a slight difference in eye colour) came staggering down the mountain, as thin as a rake and obviously dying of starvation, having eked out her fragile existence by catching the occasional mouse and finding a Read more of this blog post »