The nakedness of an early morning sky never ceases to amaze me. It’s as if nothing happens until the sun rises. At just gone five thirty, the lightening sky was washed clean and unadorned, and there was no wild life in the garden, not even a bird. In the time it has taken me to […]
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Romani
I remember stories about young girls and children who ran away with the gypsies, looking for a romantic life on the road and camaraderie by the campfire. I have also heard of atrocities done to Romani folk during the Second World War and seen them vilified for setting up camp near towns and villages. I […]
Mountains
I have never stood at the foot of a mountain and looked up at it, not even when I lived in Ireland. The nearest I got to one was the Hill of Tara, from where I could see pretty much the whole of County Meath. But I have looked down from an aeroplane and marvelled […]
writing in north norfolk 