Tree top

When I was child, I slept in the attic – in a single bed underneath a wide skylight. I would lie on my back and stare up through the glass: watch the birds. When I was very young, I liked the small ones best – flitting, dancing, changing direction again and again, like they couldn’t [...]

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At the top of a tree, Pinner Park

At the top of that tree, he could forget that, since Wednesday, half of the wardrobe in the front bedroom was empty, the car had gone, and the table felt lopsided come dinner-time. At the top of that tree, with its view of the park and London spread out beneath him like a child’s model, [...]

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