For the next few weeks I will be publishing letters (I repeat, letters, not emails or text messages or tweets), letters, I say, that I wrote from Berringford many years ago. Berringford is a village on the lower slopes of the Mendip Hills in Somerset. It is about 8 miles from Westington, which is on the coast and looks over the sea to Wales.
I came across them the other day when turning over a few old papers I have been meaning to go through for some time. The pages are turning brown and in places my writing is hard to read, but, anyway, here they are.