Some years ago now, I got a fleeting glimpse of a book begun and put aside… a book that felt as if it needed to be written and set free to fly. When I saw that my friend, Alienora Browning, had finally released the book, I was so very glad. It is a story that has long waited to be told…
UNDER CADER IDRIS
The Longest Literary Pregnancy in recent decades!
Back in 1984, when I, a mere stripling of twenty-six, was in my third year as an English teacher, my nightly marking routine was suddenly interrupted by three and a half sentences popping into my mind:
‘The mountains unclouded. They were purple, sharp-pointed. Rain bristled. Two young hares, rump to rump…’
The words arrived from nowhere – and, despite the fourth-form exercise books piled all around me, I took pen and paper and wrote them down.
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