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Artefact: The Explosives Factory by Louise Kenward
The land holds their memory. His films remind me of times I hadn’t known and don’t remember.
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Artefact: Church of the Storms by Alex Woodcock
The branch of a tree scraped against the window, breaking my reminiscence.
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The Ramsbury Elm by Peter Marren
The village of Ramsbury, where I live, is best known for a natural landmark: a tree. It stands, or rather it stood, where four roads meet, in the exact centre of the…
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Time and Place by Alexandra Harris – an extract
In medieval almanacs the year was often represented on a dial, with the months arranged around the edge.
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Wild Horses by James Roberts
Our relationship with the wild, and with what’s left of the wild inside us, is at a critical stage.
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Ivy bees by Philip Strange
…the air seems to be suffused with a liquid energy.
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Protected: Lissen Every Thing Back by Kathleen Jamie
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Day at the Zawn by Tim Martindale
When I stumbled across the photo in a desk drawer a few years ago, it was as if the past rushed up to meet me
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Coming Home by Hugh Tucker
…the road folded across the crest of the hills like metal beaten over an anvil.
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The Language of “Issues” by Narendra
That which is without promise is evil and dwells in darkness…
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Moon Palace, An Inuit Story of Transformation by Martin Shaw
The only thing up there was a Moon Palace, where she made her home.
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Indefinite by Nina Lyon
A few miles down the Wye from where it snakes away beneath the Dragon’s Back, there is a stretch of pebble beach.
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