The poet and the painter
After one hundred years of lying in a ‘known only to God’ grave in Flanders, my Great Uncle’s Grave was last year identified as belonging to him.
The Language of May
I want to speak the Language of May. To round May up, bundle it in a glass case and tell you what I see, what I smell, what I taste.
There’s something very significant about the Pagan festival of the new year for me this year. Imbolc is celebrated on February 1st and marks the half way point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.