Notes from a Small Island
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My first sight of England was on a foggy march night in 1973 when I arrived on the midnight ferry from Calais.
All of this came to me in the space of a lingering moment. I've said it before and I'll say it again. I like it here. I like it more than I can tell you. And then I turned from the gate and got in the car and knew without doubt that I would be back.
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