Deborah Lawrenson

   " You could feel age and foreignness exude from the walls. For centuries this was the quarter that housed the thousands of slaves, ...

The Proust and madeleines in the previous post inevitably made me think of time passing.  A La Recerche du Temps Perdu was titled Remembra...

It’s funny, the things you remember. Many years ago when I was studying Proust at university a number of us had a weekly tutorial on the gr...

‘There are springs on the land.’     That made sense. Three great plane trees grew close to the gate of the main house, testament to unseen...

I've always been a bit of a garden fantasist: my grand schemes and ideas far outstrip my knowledge and experience. One day, though...on...

Even after weeks of rain in Kent, when the clouds clear the colours of an English May are eye-catching distractions everywhere you look. It...

Congé au Vent ( Wind Away )    Camped in the hillsides near the village are fields of mimosa. During the gathering season...