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THE CLEARING
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What flows beneath: an interview with Tom Bolton
London is inexhaustible. It’s a place you can never truly get to the bottom of.
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At the Water’s Edge by Louisa Adjoa Parker
My life, so filled with coastal memories, is only one of many thousands who have lived and loved and lost their lives along this stretch of coast.
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Artefact: On a Surrey Hill by Eleanor Anstruther
I look at those stones now, aged, weathered, still standing, and remember the community we once were.
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Artefact: A footnote by Jo Sweeting
I have carved words every day for years: on the skin, into the body of stone.
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Learning a Stone by Beatrice Searle
I wait a few seconds and tap along the line again then pause to hear the sound emitted by the stone.
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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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Interchange by John Wedgwood Clarke
She squeezes the stone in her hand. Light ripples along traffic cones.
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Holy Island by Alex Diggins
Navigating by the stars and inborn magnetic sense, it will have compassed the 4,000 miles to its feeding grounds off South America.
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Ring of Downs: Extracts by Maryanne Grant Traylen
Dog imprisons the thing, clamping it into his quivering, jaunty jaw…
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Places of Poetry: Oval Time by Zaffar Kunial
The O of their open mouths watching a last innings. A last Test. Of not knowing how many summers you’ll have left.
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