February 26, 2024

Salt and Shingle

Whenever I think of the place, it’s a grey autumn day in November. Stirrings of Christmas, mist in the air, chill clinging to clothing, those little drops of moisture that would bead my fleece with […]

Stud Marsh

It’s been a long time. The bird freewheels through the air, soars above the reed-beds, dives into the marsh hunting frogs, smaller birds, water voles. The wetlands that form an isolated NNR, just outside the […]

Coming Down

A dirty street in South London. Smoke-breath gusts in freezing air. The promise of snow. A huddle of patch-jacket smokers shuddering and inhaling outside the pub. A few piercings, studs, heads newly scalped, boots, army […]

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