Reed-fringed spinney
Many years since I heard the word 'spinney'. I remember it as a secret, hidden spot in the local park...
The sky fallen down
One of the most English of memories is bluebell tapestried woodland in April - I have a particular recollection of...
Poems for my family 002 – Frost
Listening time: under 4 minutes.
This is the second poem I chose to share with my family, in what will...
Spider-thick world
Despite an occasional pathetic squeamishness, I protect insects and comfortably co-habit with spiders, and like the idea of this great...
Forest-haunting Lombards
This is part of a paean to the magic of the forest and the hold it has on our imaginations. ...
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