I don’t believe in god or ghosts, or the movement of stars but there is something about the mountains… even if it’s just within the perimeters of my skull.
I was swinging away merrily on my trapeze, I could do all sorts of tricks hanging from my strong tree with a sturdy branch for me.
We live on the edge of a valley, each night the theatre unfolds its play of light as the shadows lengthen.
Oh england lost
my treasured friend,
please tell me.