We don’t deserve it, this place; it’s a temporary stay, a week within affluence — affluence beginning four hundred years ago and still needing constant repair. As we drove to the beach, all of us in two cars, I thought about Leigh’s mobile phone, left behind, on charge. I accelerate up a long hill, past a pub we’ve visited before, and think of the iPhon…
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