I'm frustrated that my house is precisely under the rim of the magnifying glass so I can't see if it exists or not... but delighted to discover there's also a Little Studley Constable on one of my big circular walks that I think is not in the book or the film other than on this map!
Ah, " ...he slid among them crouching, his chin protected by a two weeks' beard: he had got his gun out from under his coat - the old Mauser rifle that went back like his memory forty years to another war; it was as if 1914 to 1918 were an interlude he had hardly noticed at all." Love a bit of Greene. Also have a soft spot for Edward the dog...
Excellent! I didn’t know it really existed. On that subject I recently visited Grantchester, on the recommendation of another member of the Independent Company. I popped into a local coffee shop/tea room beloved of turn of the century (19c/20c) literary giants. I said to the young woman serving me that I thought it was fictional. She looked at me as though I was an idiot, which I was of course.
I'm frustrated that my house is precisely under the rim of the magnifying glass so I can't see if it exists or not... but delighted to discover there's also a Little Studley Constable on one of my big circular walks that I think is not in the book or the film other than on this map!
Thanks! Now I want to read Graham Greene's 'The Lieutenant Died Last' and watch 'Went the day well?'
Ah, " ...he slid among them crouching, his chin protected by a two weeks' beard: he had got his gun out from under his coat - the old Mauser rifle that went back like his memory forty years to another war; it was as if 1914 to 1918 were an interlude he had hardly noticed at all." Love a bit of Greene. Also have a soft spot for Edward the dog...
Excellent! I didn’t know it really existed. On that subject I recently visited Grantchester, on the recommendation of another member of the Independent Company. I popped into a local coffee shop/tea room beloved of turn of the century (19c/20c) literary giants. I said to the young woman serving me that I thought it was fictional. She looked at me as though I was an idiot, which I was of course.
Oh, it's there-not there in reality ... which makes it a complete joy, driving around the country lanes and never actually seeing the village signs.