In which I say goodbye to Ma’s sledge
About a now rather decrepit 1930s sledge that belonged to my ma, and how she sledged down the fells of Settle. There’s a poem. And would anyone like the sledge? Continue reading In which I say goodbye to Ma’s sledge
Considered Ground on The Poetry Wire
‘Considered Ground’ my 4th course on THE POETRY WIRE will start next week. The pandemic has shown us the value and wonder of places we know. This course will explore all that’s lost and found in writing our places. Continue reading Considered Ground on The Poetry Wire
