Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Low life | 21 July 2016

Drinking gin and tonic as the flames encroach

issue 23 July 2016

I sat down at the metal table on the shaded terrace to write a column. In front, ripening vines receding to oak-clad hills; barren mountain tops beyond. To the right, the spacious vista was abruptly curtailed by the diagonal outline of a steep hill of oak and pine which descended to a dried-up river bed at the foot of the hill on which our isolated shack was perched.

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