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A Manifesto for Chesil by Sarah Acton
I acknowledge memory in multiple dimensions, where the collective power to make change lies. I will gather, collect, create, unafraid of storms that will pass through.
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The Unfinished Estate by Tim Edensor
With her dogs, and it was rumoured, a particularly vicious goose, she patrolled the estate in an archaic automobile.
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Earth Tongue by Sammy Weaver
I notice a cluster of russett brown, muscular tongues poking just above the grass, then more and more.
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The Seven Mile Straight by Carrie Rhys-Davies
I am forty two years old and it’s a vividly hot afternoon early in September 2021.
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Seasonal Rituals by Philip Strange
These late autumn starling displays have also become, for me, part of the seasonal rituals of Cogden Beach
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Losing Your Place by Sue Clifford and Angela King
Questing for local distinctiveness must err towards the inclusive and welcoming, it is not about designating areas more beautiful or more derelict or worthy of grants.
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Knife by Sarah-Jane Dobner
Bend down and pinch a ripple of skin. It’s warm and springy, taut to the body.
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Orchards and places by Common Ground
In fact, many of the well known varieties have grown-up purely by chance, from discarded pips or stones.
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Wool, a short essay by Amelia Hodsdon
Once upon a time, sheep in the fields here, in their sheepcots on the wolds, were the source of fortunes.
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Solastalgia Flights by Julia Brigdale
Our childhoods were a lie I now see, our memories, skewed. And therein lies the problem.
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Eisteddfod! And the Welsh Language Landscape by Julie Brominicks
The bus had cruised north, Y Rhinogydd crisply defined. We collected a musician sucking vodka through a straw at Porthmadog
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Searching for Life in a Burial Chamber by Elizabeth Black
I felt buoyed by its energy as I descended towards the village and saw Silbury Hill appear singularly in the distance.
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