Ocupation: Travel writer
Life: b. June 14, 1942
Birthday: June 14
The only real river I knew was hardly more than a brook. It spilled through a tumbledown mill at the bottom of our road, opened into a little trouty pool, then ran on through water meadows over graveled shallows into Fakenham [England], where it slowed and deepened, gathering strength for the long drifts across muddy flatlands to Norwich and the North Sea.
topic: Real, Sea, Rivers, North Sea, Norwich