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BY Jervis

08/27 Direct Link
This time of year always reminds me of the end of summer holidays. ‘Back to School’ signs in shop windows still evoke a twinge of dread. I remember trying to eek every last second from the summer – playing in the field where the hay was rolled into huge, fraying discs in that peculiar orangey light of the summer evenings. In bed, I’d stay awake as long as possible listening to the gentle whisper of the distant motorway through the open window. Eventually, when I was forced to return to the classroom, it took a while to re-learn how to write.