Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window
‘We had no such thing as printed News Papers in those Days, to spread Rumours and Reports of Things; and to improve them by the Invention of Men, as I have liv'd to see practis'd since.'— Daniel Defoe
Island of Lies
SATURDAY
I go out into the most glorious morning, quite unexpectedly, because the forecasts — not that I listen to them — have apparently been predicting all sorts of unseasonal climactic strife.
Someone sent me a link from the Indo yesterday which foretold ‘Snow, sleet and hail . . . as temperatures to dip well below freezing on Friday ni…