Word from Wormingford

THE last fairweather visitors gone, it suddenly occurred to me to change the books in the guestroom, no more than this.

Diary

TO IPSWICH, or should I say Ufford Park, on the outskirts of Woodbridge, where rail connections are not as frequent as the London tube.

Out of the question

Clerical earnings

Cookery: A festive fish dish

I’M DREAMING of a white Christmas . . . before Advent has even begun. But I have been mulling over menus for the day, and thought — white fish!



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