ON Friday, March 28th 1941 Virginia Woolf, having written another detailed farewell letter to her husband walked out of her garden and down towards the River Ouse. It was still cold but there were ...

“Horses are in my blood,” said George Woolf, one of the greatest jockeys ever. “I’ll be with them until I die.” The jockey was right on both counts. His father, a stagecoach driver and ...

Those children, thusly educated and cultured, must then bridge their way back to the world of those same parents, sometimes with immense difficulty. Contrastingly, with Woolf, Krester sums the ...