The Pillar
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Back in the 60′s, our lane was little wider than a car. It had grass growing down the middle, and a lovely old gate at the entrance, which was permanently open. My father went around the other four houses in … Continue reading
Back in the 60′s, our lane was little wider than a car. It had grass growing down the middle, and a lovely old gate at the entrance, which was permanently open. My father went around the other four houses in … Continue reading