When Robert's poem, Abbaye St Wandrille de la Fontanelle, was first published, an admiring postcard from Kardamyli arrived in the mail: 'I was very moved by your charming short poem about St Wandrille ... it conjures up the magic of the place immediately.' It was signed Sir Patrick Leigh Fermor DSO OBE.
Healing thoughts for August, for those admiring busy wavelets at the seaside, for those dreaming of cruises to come, for reliving scenes from the mighty seas of memory.
You go into the garden all alone - not a human within sight - and suddenly you find yourself among the most wonderful friends. I think it's part of the magic of a garden. Let me introduce a few great friends.
M asha is too young to be a babooshka and too sensible to refuse free organic fruits, unlike so many of us; the word organic would not really have any meaning for her, being from a time and place and where there was no alternative to what we call organic or certainly no discussion about it - hunger makes for short discussions of such things.