“It was the first meal which we hadn’t prepared ourselves, for 7 months! The weekend – starts here!”
“The fabric of our lives
Has holes in it.”
Written after reading ‘Skara – The Fourth Wave’ by Andrew Appleby
The procession slips across the meadow/senses acute to birdsong,
By Bernie Bell
The very best o Season’s cheer/ Baith Christmas time an at New Year
He wakes up sad, not wanting to go out/ And reluctantly gets ready for school.
Robert MacFarlane has done it again – and this time, has pulled together so much, so very very much, into one, monumental book.
My window to the world is small/ But it is mine
” a poem by friend Wendy, written when the Chilean miners were stuck down a mine, whilst across the world, others were trying to stem a gushing oil leak.”