In the wild land between Ben Avon and Gairnshiel between black snow and white wind there is a passing place where spirit brushes flesh clouds shift shapes and brown is the colour of my true love’s eyes In the heather,…
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Funny thing, temperature. Over the past week or two in the UK we’ve experienced some pretty low temperatures. Not as low as Antarctica, or even Braemar on a bad day, but low nevertheless. However, if we wear the right clothing,…
I can’t say this very often, but I was pleasantly surprised by an article on road safety that appeared in Norfolk County Council’s “magazine for all residents” that eased its way carefully through my door this winter. It was titled…
The precise shape of the star and the way it moved, backwards and forwards, does not concern the wise, who love unexplained light Private browsing – examining conjunctions, comets and dwarfs – tempts the unwary into disintegrating time and again…
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