Miss Parkinson lived alone in a big bay-windowed house of Edwardian brick with a vast garden of decaying fruit trees and untidy hedges of gigantic size. She was great at making elderberry wine and bot...
Well, we have to do something. There are all sorts of rumours about soldiers coming up.""These people are full of rumours. They love rumours." Paterson stood watching the bridge. "Their whole life is...