Issue 51 - Hot Spot and Cold Reason
The first hard frost of winter, a lemon yellow sunlight on white fields. Another year, another view. If you live on wheels the time to roll soon comes round again. I don’t possess the polarity of a swallow, I go north in winter, like an arctic goose.This keeps life on the boil, adds to my survey map collection, reconfirms my descent into reclusive disreputability.
My new landscape is Normandy at its best. The Perche, a regional park. Cider and wild boar. Villages miraculously intact because they escaped pulverisation by the allied tanks. Ancient forests unpolluted by Christmas trees and IKEA pines. Home of the Percheron draught horse. Manor farms, chalkstream mills and some very old ponds.
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