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Bread Salted with Tears by Ken Worpole
‘farming is not only work, but the witnessing of a great mystery, the mystery of birth and growth.’
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE – Simon Moreton in conversation with Jeff Young
Our relationship to the landscape and the places we move through or live in has always fascinated me.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE: For Sarah by Peony Gent
I actively thought nothing about the Fens until a long time after I left them. They were a place I only grew to see when they became coloured with the contrast of living elsewhere.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE – A contradiction of sorts by Marie Smith
I knew no-one but I enjoyed myself nevertheless; I met people in bars, managed to negotiate the city with tips from social media. I seemed to be carrying myself on an adventurous spirit that I never knew I had.
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GRIEF, PLACE, LANDSCAPE – She Exhales by Maxim Peter Griffin
you could buy a bungalow under the sea wall for buttons – she used to bring the kids here – they used to go up Jackson’s and pour coppers in the slots
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New poetry by Andrew Forster
Up the beach a sandstone wall, crumbling
to pinkish powder, is reclaimed by tide
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Excerpt from The Open Places by Dominic Cooper
The idea of the Old Wood never quite lets go. Its shadow is always there, pressing imperceptibly at the margins of what is light and conscious in us.
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Eight West Dorset Church Porches by Alison Bunning and Virginia Astley
Stepping between diagonal buttresses
they climb the lichened steps
below the swallows’ nests and crenellations
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Set in Stone by Sophie Pierce
This place feels like a receptacle of memory. A sanctum. I think it’s why these sites draw me, and why I need to make regular pilgrimages to them.
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Bone Light by Suzanne Joinson
The next day is grey and gloomy, the mist low. I pause. Should I walk amongst the sad trees and down the empty lane?
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One Blue Moment by Simon Smith
Kingfisher is what my brain shouted out to me as it sprinted to catch up. In fact, the first blurred, melded notion that actually occurred to me was Kingfisherflash.
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The Wild Nearby by Julian Hoffman
What made them important to me was the sense that they could heal over you, like sap hardening across the wound in a tree.
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