steepholm

Phantastic read, thank you! And I sat in Sweden dreaming of going to Oxford, later...which was all Dorothy Sayer´s fault, who had made it seem desirable to me, who thought it made one a genius detective. (I haven´t and never intend to read about Harry Potter but went to a summer course once at Christ Church where I met with middle-aged american ladies dressed in white straw stetson hats sitting straight under the huge portrait of Henry VIII at breakfast.)