Moors Are a stage for the performance of heaven. The audience is incidental. A chess-world of top-heavy Kings and Queens Circling in stilted majesty tremble the bog-cotton Under the sweep of their robes. Ted Hughes Pretty much at the top of my post-lockdown visit list was a trip to visit Jenny Twigg and her Daughter […]
On the Grit — The smell of water
The Wombwell Rainbow 