Manderley Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley. No, not really: not Manderley. Pemberley perhaps? No, these big stately looking houses, imagined and real are open to the public. The house I went to isn’t open to everyone. I actually went to my Nanna’s old house in Liverpool. I didn’t even have to leaveContinue reading “Poem: Mapping the past”