IT IS the penultimate day of our journey — a 15-miler — and we have just slogged our way up Soakham Downs. The hill is well named: it has been raining all day, and our feet are squelching in our boots. Fortunately, two miles of dense woodland follow, offering some shelter from the relentless downpour. My research trip for Knowing Anna. Read the article in full...
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