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Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.

A Drop Spindle: Come Cutters (On climbing a hill fort and encountering swifts, on a windy day in early June) We climbed a hill today in sweet June-lightThat wind thrill, silvered grasses, chalk-bright.Below afield, far and broadTown and city spreads, cathedral hoard,Woollen woods and plastic seas,Skylark peals on quickened breeze.The lark ascending, old soul-kindle,Shelley’s muse,… Continue reading Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.

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The wood is brightest in the darkest time of year.

I went for a walk in my lunch break, to try and decide if it is winter yet. The rains of October are draining here, leaving clodgy paths and ditches running thick with the flow of leaves. Elsewhere it floods. November nights start early, chivvying and harrying us as we finish the working day. I… Continue reading The wood is brightest in the darkest time of year.

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Goodbye September, Hello October

The end of August and most of September passed by in a whirl of phone calls, paperwork signatures, and bottomless cardboard boxes. It is said, September is a great time for making new starts, which I hope bodes well for us. All this stress and frantic activity is down to one little (actually rather big) thing;… Continue reading Goodbye September, Hello October

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Local Patch: jumpers at dawn, fairy street-lamps by the ditch.

13th August, and already it feels more like September. I am certain that the year, in the rush to escape the last grasping clutches of the summer’s heatwave, has over run and got a whole month ahead of where it should be. Not that I’m complaining however; this is my favourite time of the year,… Continue reading Local Patch: jumpers at dawn, fairy street-lamps by the ditch.