Made in Montreal

  The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught the streaks of winter rai...

  John Betjeman How did the Devil come? When first attack? These Norfolk lanes recall lost innocence, The years fall off and find me walking...

  John Betjeman Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played a...