Poems Born in England Staffordshire East Anglia Northern Ireland Currently writing an anthology on Needwood Forest. At the Limit of the World. Early Freeze on Big Field. At the limit of the world. Taking Words for a Stroll.

Random images and thoughts from a studio in the Scottish Highlands. Summer, what summer? August 8, 2015. The one compensation is that this inclement weather has made for high drama in the skies out over the Inner Sound and the Minch. From one minute to the next, it shifts and changes, often in the most dramatic way.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? The Classics Club Challenge. The Turning of the Seasons.

Fond Hornlight, Wild Hoarlight. Sunrise and sunset bookend the shortening days in aurora colours of yellow, orange, blue, green. In a bank of ratholes, below leafless elders, the occupied holes steamed. These evenings, there is not much time, the days at their shortest.

Having fun with the German. I am sitting on a bench on a railway platform in Breisach on the French German border, waiting on a train to take us north to where the wind blows after half a decade living on the calm right bank of the Old Rhine. A Winzermeister from a nearby.