My first memory of Ruth Hayes dates back to 1984, or maybe ’85. It was a rainy lunchtime in autumn, and I was sitting in the vegetarian restaurant, Wilbecks, which once existed in the passage next to Weymouth Library. At that time, outside the cities, if you were a vegetarian you might as well have […]
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