A bridge that links and divides. Two nations, border country, and in my mind I’m so close to the edge. But fly-strewn water fills my mouth, and drowns all possible words. The water is warm and viscous, its whole surface … Continue reading
A bridge that divides. Border country, and in my mind I’m so close to the edge. But fly-strewn water fills my mouth, and drowns all possible words. Cold pellets of rain beating a tattoo on the gore-tex fabric of my … Continue reading
In April 2013 I wrote on this site about the plotlander movement of the inter-war years and the riverside chalets on the Dee at Farndon, near Chester. The piece stirred up quite a lot of interest; I even heard from … Continue reading
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The chalet colony, through which I walked with Anna on that bright morning, was larger and more cheerful than the neighbouring villages. Nobody needed an expulsion order to move in. ‘Ghost Milk: Calling Time on the Grand Project’ – … Continue reading
Pilgrim paths, green roads, drove roads, corpse roads, trods, leys, dykes, drongs, snarns, snickets – say the names of paths out loud and they become a poem or rite – holloways, bostles, shutes, driftways, lichways, ridings, halterpaths, cartways, carneys, … Continue reading
