As you can see we are fresh from our trip to Stalingrad and raring to start writing again. All is well apart from the obscure Russian illness that has struck me down but we will ignore that just in case it has been imported illegally. Oh - and who'd have thought that Anne Bronte was buried there? OK - so you can guess where I've really been. Answers on a post card - usual boiled sweet to first drawn but I want the location of the Tank as well as the grave.
I took a few books and read none of them - just browsed magazines and maps instead. And now it's like I've never been away.
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