A life time fan and Prisonerologist of the 1960's series 'the Prisoner', a leading authority on the subject, a short story writer, and now Prisoner novelist.
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Monday, 22 October 2012
Postcard From The Village
I recall when I was staying at Portmeirion with the wife, and we were enjoying a leisurely late night stroll, when suddenly the music of a flute drifted out over the Village. It was magical, a little eerie even, and added much to the atmosphere. You know, we never did find who was playing the flute, or from where the music originated, it was just all around, pervading the atmosphere of the Village.
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