It was a small, flute-like, instrument with four finger holes on top and two thumb holes below. He had found it in the attic at Bradstow Manor. Muriel had seen no reason why he shouldn’t take that along with the near-Bronzino and various other musical instruments, including sheet music. Mostly gl...
As a child Muriel used to yearn for one, even went to the length of painting one of her father’s (for which trouble followed) and pretending to be blind, so she found it hard to understand why Peter denied himself this covetable prop, eligible for it as he was. He walked w...
Many times, as he tried to sit still, he semi-jumped. It was almost her – but never her enough. Pretty girls, plain girls – boys too – rode past. He wrote another postcard to his father and Alyson and pictured their delight at hearing from him twice in a short space of time. Might make Christian,...
‘Archie, you have got to encourage Roland. He’s got nerves about the exhibition. He even tells me that he won’t have enough work finished in time. Have a little more poison maison.’ Archie had drained his glass and held it up in a manicured hand. ‘Put it off. Put it off. N...