Meeting Edward Kelley
It turned abnormally cold the night Tom Clerkson arrived at the Dee’s Amagansett house with two bottles of Australian Shiraz, a half depleted Heineken twelve-pack, and Edward Kelley in tow, full of apologies for being two hours late: the train had stalled between Southampton and Easthampton. Judging from the cloud of beer fumes following him into the house,… Read more →