It was getting on for time when Nyel and I should be preparing for our afternoon House Concert, but we were reluctant to get back to the world outside those iron gates – even though it was to the magical world of Oysterville! At Leadbetter...
Our visit to Leadbetter Farms on Sunday was overwhelming and mind-boggling and put us all (Nyel and I were with the Rose City Mixed Quartet) into serious sensory overload. We looked up. We looked out. We looked down. And no matter where we...
As we followed Annie’s jeep through the ‘Lion Gates’ at the north end of Stackpole Road, I felt that perhaps her name was Alice and that Leadbetter Farms was actually Wonderland. Or was it Peter Pan’s Never Never Land? Or Walt’s Disney...