Tom was dancing to Michael Jackson in a nightclub in Bristol, when his rucksack- containing his current notebook - was stolen. Resulting in him going through his old notebooks and compiling this little volume of snippets and thoughts and musings. And cows.
It‘s warm, funny, incredibly well-observed and a more-than little bit random. Obviously I particularly enjoyed his Norfolk/Devon comparisons. His mum‘s
“The town [Sheringham], every time I‘ve been here, has been enormously rattly and whistly, and it‘s perhaps no coincidence that many of its most famous ghosts are known for making high-pitched sounds: most notably, a drowned sailor on the part of the beach near the old bit of town, and a shrieking woman who appears whenever there is disaster on the horizon. The only rattlier, whistlier town I can think of is … whose estuary bridge whistles