It is of course a place near where its author used to live. A real bend, in the Yarra. Like people who mishear lyrics, I had come to my own assumptions, and simply thought the entire name of said blog referred to some depressed character in a Jane Austen novel, as pontificated upon at university by its lecturer-owner.
Beloved was baffled by the car conversation as I discovered, then pointed out, this landmark. Non-bloggers do not appreciate the subtleties of nuance such as blog title etymology.
The modes of Bell Railway Station - *Bell, couchant *- a slightly-too-warm late morning in summer. A hot breeze blows from the north. Scattered over the bare concrete of the train station, wa...
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