Jeremy Reed, 15 July 1982
‘In the summer of the year 1792, the author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton ...’
At first, there was no cause for suspicion, the gentleman rooted in solitude had taken possession of a small farm, and rarely showed. We’d seen him walk the lane,
encumbered by a trunk, on arrival, a scholar, so we heard, and...