Unable, unwilling
Harriet Hart experiences an unusual new enterprise – a Quaker game!
Walking the streets of Oxford one dusky evening, I notice a young man hurrying, with shoulders hunched and collar turned up, not wanting to be recognised. A cloth bag hangs limply from his arm and sandals hug his socked feet. He disappears down the road, slipping through the straggling crowds of sightseers. Curious, I decide to follow him.
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