The river, pushed by the tide,smudges the edges here, pulls back to leave a footpath in the sandquickly printed, away from the electric fence The magic goes:swordsmen emerge from the mistand the church hovers in the distancealways just out of reach On…
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To be honest, I was a bit underwhelmed by Dippy the Dinosaur, now in his (or her) last month at Norwich Cathedral. The sheer size was certainly impressive, but then I discovered that it wasn’t a real dinosaur. It wasn’t…
Her cage empty the parrot has flown away, grey in the sun, prizing freedom above security risk above lockdowns She leaves Chwilog behind disdains the narrow lanes and crosses forbidden fields dodging the farmer’s guns Heading for Pwllheli, she has…
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Maybe the lockdown has softened me up, but it struck me that I was taking on two rather risky adventures in a matter of days when I put myself down for canoeing on the Wensum and then crossing the border…
under the green cliffwhere the red house hunkers downold sand is silent we take off our masksreveal our smiling facessurprising the ghosts on the narrow patha man with a blue suitcaseleaves his bed behind the hill fort stands highas history…
Read: A few Welsh haiku
I am just back from Wales. Normally I would be just back from Scotland, but that seemed too far away. I mean, you don’t want to be quarantined by Nicola Sturgeon, do you? And if the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital…
Pale waves nibble at grass and sand,tired riders complainingof years in the saddleas water-coloured land licks into the ocean and there is no edge,no borderjust a man singinginto an angry crowdwhile the band leaves the stage Footprints are blurred, then…
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Beyond the masks and the skulloutside the walled gardenthrough red and yellowtoward sky space you walk across endless greenand into blue:the ancient hall lurks in the backgroundbehind distorting mirrors You do not age at all:you are as I first saw…
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I don’t know very much about Covid, and I’m beginning to think that nobody else does either. I’ve been told a number of things about the dreaded virus – by apparently sane people – that don’t make an awful lot…
I have recently instigated a couple of surveys, put together and carried out by an intensive group chaired by Henry (Fred) Houseago (93), a former diarist linked to several universities. The first piece of work carried out by the Houseago…
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