A short story by Julian Barnes.
"From a window table, he now looked out across a strip of concrete to damp shingle, a bored sky, and a lifeless sea. That was the east coast: for months on end you got bits of bad weather and lots of no weather. This was fine by him: he’d moved here to have no weather in his life."
This piece was commissioned by the Sunday Times Magazine to accompany the story.
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