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Glass and Stone by Chris Baker
The stone wall was broken. The sides were bulging outwards, elbowed aside by tree roots snaking through the wall’s interior.
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Canticle for the Creatures by Ian Tattum
the symbols…have a life of their own; they shape shift with time and experience.
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A walk along Chesil by Sarah Acton
A new podcast in which the writer Sarah Acton takes a walk along Chesil beach.
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Waiting for the bird apocalypse by Jasmine Donahaye
The first dead guillemot was on its back, plump and shining, its white breast and belly glossy and wet.
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Protected: White Horses, Kiwi, Trench by Susannah Walker
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Ends the Land Suddenly by Paul Gamble
This was our unfenced existence, among crumbling towers and tunnels; we scampered up, clambered around, and investigated all manner of half-ruins
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Luskentyre by Ian Grosz
I can hear the distant sound of the ocean, smell the ozone in the air and feel the fine mist of salt-spray against my skin.
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Algiz by Nick Hayes
I went picking and sawing fallen, seasoned boughs, that lay scattered on the valley slopes of the river Avon.
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Stories in the Woods by Martin Maudsley
Like a rolling river, seasonal changes can pass us by unless we intentionally immerse ourselves in the outdoor elements; feel the flow.
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Patterjacks by Benjamin Myers
He cocked his head and listened, and for a moment the cool morning was perfectly still and silent.
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Seen Dead by Mike Parker
I try the church door, and much to my surprise, it creaks open. I can’t remember the last time I found one unlocked.
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Perhaps All Art Is Ritual by Jackie Morris
Is this giving back of the stones ritual; back to the land, to the sea, to the living, to the dead?
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