11 DECEMBER 1971, page 29

Peter Quince

Winter can lie across the countryside like a flat grey blanket at times. We had had several days like this: leaden, unvarying skies, no movement in the moist air, everywhere......

Benny Green

After the end of the last war, whenever I walked due south along the Haymarket, a tiny question mark would take shape at the back of my mind. This moment of subliminal......