
I don't mean to be rude but when mid-Wales was covered in snow last week it somehow didn't seem to be as grave as when it actually fell in London – giving Gandhi in Tavistock Square, semi-naked on his plinth, a tonsure of white overnight. London and the south-east still think of themselves as the centre of the universe and until something occurs inside the M25 it's not judged a
real event at all.
These sheep, however, in the Radnor Valley in the Welsh Marches, after most of it had melted, and before the second dose, don't seem offended.
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Perhaps it's because snowfall in London is more rare than in e.g. the Radnor Forest. And London, being far more populous than Powys, suffers far more disruption via snow/ice. Just a thought (from someone who spent 25 years living & working in London, + a few years on the Welsh Marches) ...
Have enjoyed reading your blog, & envy you attendance @ the John Banville reading (although in Ireland he's often regarded in a less charmed and charming light!). Was impressed by his state-of-the-nation crime debut: recommended if you like the genre.
Thank you for some new additions to my booklist; will now look out for your titles.
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