(I really don't know if I should be doing this, too late now though I've rung the bell) "Hi, Karen. It's so good to see you."
One hundred and seventeen years after his death, the continuing appeal of Tombo Harrison remains a mystery to many.
I could just make out the words of her note, inadvertently indented onto the notepad below the torn-out page: "Meet you at the elephant at three."
We were banned from the Thompson's garden. It was 'a bad place', but we went anyway, crept over the fence at the bottom of our garden, along the ditch to the back of their house.