The Somme is a pleasant river that runs through Picardy in northern France, 153 miles to the English Channel. It’s name means tranquility. Given the weather we’ve been having, you [...]
One of my favourite pieces of wordsmithery, published 145 years ago. ’T WAS brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
