The last Earl of Tharnham Towers
I climb my tower as the shadows stretch their hungry limbs across the moor. The breeze tastes sour with impending doom and I stretch across the bulwark to watch as […]
Daily Archives: September 3, 2019
September
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 