<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>The Essex Master on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/the-essex-master/</link><description>Recent content in The Essex Master on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/the-essex-master/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Weekend in Charlotte's Life</title><link>/stories/2011/10/02/one-weekend-in-charlottes-life/</link><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/10/02/one-weekend-in-charlottes-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;As I left the motorway, I rang ahead with my instructions for the coming weekend. It had been a long Friday night, the normal drive is 2 hours, but tonight it had rained so hard that the drive took 3 ¾ hours. I turned off towards the dominating huge castle looming on the skyline in the now clearing night sky. I was waiting at the traffic lights when she answered her phone. Her instructions were going to be easy tonight as I was very tired after a long hard day at work then the long tiring drive in the torrential rain.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>