J.L. Carr books

A Month in the Country (2015)

Back down the platform someone was calling despairingly, ‘Oxgodby … Oxgodby.’ No-one offered a hand, so I climbed back into the compartment, stumbling over ankles and feet to get at the fish-bass (on the rack) and my folding camp-bed (under the seat). If this was a fair sample of northerners, the...