TOBY’S SOLILOQUY To think what stands against me still is not the harm of falling off a ladder at two-storey height, nor the live wire that ran a chain of blisters the length of my arm, nor any amount of pulling and scraping around the farm, but the bunch of grapes I can still see nestling on the side of the hairnet the woman wore – long ago, I tell you, long ago, under the chandeliers of Killalaghton Hall. And...
