‘the spire of a little monument rising from a leafy hollow’

It’s the evening of September 28. Carruthers and Davies have moored in a ‘shaded backwater’ about halfway up the Als Sound when they catch sight of a spire on the opposite shore. What can it be? It’s called the Arnkieldenkmal, and it’s one of several monuments the German erected in a flush of triumphalism afterContinue reading “‘the spire of a little monument rising from a leafy hollow’”