Diary
Alan Bennett: Bennett’s Dissection, 1 January 2009
“... and wake your father.’ My mother. When we say life we often mean risk. 12 April, Yorkshire. Snow in the night, which covers the lawn and clinging to the half-opened leaves makes the trees bulky and seemingly as laden with blossom as in a Samuel Palmer. In the afternoon we go over to Austwick and walk down the muddy lane to the clapper bridge. There are ... ”