My British Literary Spring
Early spring morning, crouched in the cold, wearing pyjamas and wellies, putting together an Easter garden with my son. My legs begin to ache as we line the oven cleaning tub with soil and horticultural…
Early spring morning, crouched in the cold, wearing pyjamas and wellies, putting together an Easter garden with my son. My legs begin to ache as we line the oven cleaning tub with soil and horticultural…
[For Simon Roper and Suzanne Ford, for their support]. This is my house; our house. You see the guitar, thrown down on the arm-chair? We have that guitar because my mum bought it for my…
It is through the ‘Book of Nature’ that I came to Christ. My journey to faith was through a sense of the divine in all things, and some wonderful messages of Truth which I saved…
Midwinter… Midwinter night. Clear, high air. Stillness and distant sounds echoing around our valley like tin. Crescent moon shines and a chill catches the gaps in my winter clothes, tapping at me like the spindly…
Newport Sands, Pembrokeshire’s North Coast A familiar welcome from a new friend. Pembrokeshire coast fights off the western seas like Cornwall. Big waves, long estuary, craggy cliffs. Early evening walk to the…
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