Too cunning, the nightingales
Rumours of nightingales on the heath draw me in, my eyes and ears wide open. Drawing blank at dusk, I dare the dangerous dawn that breaks like a wound over the grey bay – I push apart the brambles but…
Rumours of nightingales on the heath draw me in, my eyes and ears wide open. Drawing blank at dusk, I dare the dangerous dawn that breaks like a wound over the grey bay – I push apart the brambles but…
You wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of the Duke of Suffolk. Not the current Duke of Suffolk (there isn’t one), but the first one, William de la Pole. An unpleasant character, he made a bit of a…
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