We had popped in at the English Church on Saturday for coffee, and in the library I had spotted a little volume of Hemingway short stories that looked just right for the beach. But I’m not a member, and I’m not down in Menton often enough to join. One of the redoubtable Old Ladies of […]

We’ve started scattering the Numpt. Ed & H & D dropped a little into the flower bed at the English church near Pat, who has her own plaque, the size of a credit card on the coping of the stone at the base of the wall. Apparently the town council’s historic buildings policy now means […]

A sneaky two-setter at Clissold. Rain held off and, overlooked by increasingly bizarre bird-life – cackling crows blown in the breeze like ragged binliners, screeching parakeets, and a grey heron, big as a sofa passing overhead on matchpoint – I battled my way to a 6-2, 6-3 win against Alvin. The gloop of info. All […]