Recently on no more wriggling…
- From shell shock hospital to magical community – my trip to Seale Hayne
- On sitting down to watch Withnail and I once again….
- Thank-you. Five Years of London Historians
- My next book on 18th & 19th Century medicine – and a competition to come up with a title!
- Don’t leave it too late to live in the moment: Rooting our lives in the present
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Tag Archives: John Keats
I may be coming late to the work of Julian Peters. It is possible his illustrative work has been bringing young people to poetry for some time without me realising it. However, there may be some others out there, like … Continue reading
218 years ago today a wonderful Romantic poet (who still unites and interests the literary world) was born. So for John Keats’ birthday AND for Hallowe’en, I give you this chilling fragment… This living hand, now warm and capable Of … Continue reading
Whilst on holiday in Suffolk a few weeks ago I bought a small book at a second-hand stall at the market in the lovely little town of Framlingham. Called The Victorian Book of Dreams, it is clearly a forerunner of … Continue reading
Hmm…I have been wondering how to respond to the news from artdaily.org that artist Virgil Marti has opened his exhibition MATRIX 167 / Ode to a Hippie at Wadsworth Atheneum in Connecticut. I admit I had never heard of Virgil Marti … Continue reading
On Saturday my lovely daughter Evie is starting her first term at the University of Winchester. She only made her mind up to go to Uni at all at the beginning of August, having had a year out to focus … Continue reading