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- Sorry Nigel Farage – Talking Books loved ‘Talking France’…
- Talking crime – on why we love a good murder mystery….
- Let’s focus on the words: Peter, Tony, and a Portrait of Keats
- Why Mrs T should have left the room quietly, closing the door behind her….
- ‘In relation to’ what? On ‘Talking Books’ and chewing words….
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Tag Archives: Cumbria
Four seasons in one week: on a love of the Lakes and sunburn in September
This morning I was sitting inside at the PC, by french windows opening on to our south-facing garden. After thirty minutes I looked down at my left arm to see a distinct patch of sunburn. As far as I can … Continue reading
On my way to Ambleside: Stock Ghyll Force with John Keats
On the eve of my week long holiday in the Lake District, I thought I would post this excerpt from a journal letter John Keats wrote to his brother Tom, back in London, in the early stages of his walking … Continue reading
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Tagged Cumbria, holidays, John Keats, Keats, Lake District, Poetry, writing
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Savage Grandeur & Noblest Thoughts? Well I gave it a go…
Where does the time go? Last weekend I was sitting in a room overlooking Coniston Old Man in the Lake District, miserably contemplating the long journey home to Somerset. I was full of enthusiasm for writing a blog post about … Continue reading
On my return from the Lake District – putting my poem out there
I love the Lake District, and seem to feel my mood lift as soon as I cross the border into Cumbria. Where others want to emigrate to sunnier climes I long for theĀ random weather of the fells and valleys; … Continue reading




