Poem: The Isolation Hospital: Bowl Barrow
Bowl Barrow I sit at the foot of your tomb and watch as fog descends extends its cold fingertips across the crisp-moss hills becomes a sudden sandstorm gathering speed and bite: pursues a red kite, striking white under its wings.…
Writing and Walking: The Fulking Archaeology Walk
Hi all, Last year I came across the most fantastic walk that I wanted to share with you. I found it on the National Trust website and they’ve helpfully given the walk a ‘does what it says on the tin’…