The Flymo
BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN There is a particular quality to a Saturday morning in the Surrey villages. It is not peace, exactly. It is the absence of the City. The silence left behind after the 23.42 from Waterloo has taken its last wretched soul back from the big smoke. For the man in question – a commuter, a husband, a prisoner of the screens – that … Continue reading The Flymo

