It was a cold November evening, so cold the weak, autumnal sun made no inroad into the heavy frost that had descended the previous night. As I approached my friends’ house, I looked forward to the warmth of their fire, the congenial atmosphere, and a glass of warm Madeira wine...
- Publication Date
- Dec 18, 2013
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- By (author): Gerrard Wilson