October 2017

Gardener’s Cottage

A narrow path snakes between two young trees like a finger of incoming tide, then stops The house sits calmly, almost out of sight – white, green and glass: a high flint wall marks the border, and pale pink petals,…

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Last train down

The last train from Snowdon’s summit ran into clear weather about 50 metres down The summit is the summit by whatever means, and we stood naked in the clouds apart from our clothes and alone apart from the others The…

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