It feels hard to let go of summer. Today I was wandering around the lanes with two small children. One runs ahead constantly putting the heart across me while the other holds my hand and is anxious about the shade of trees and the sound of bees. I’m adding a narrator's voice to the walk just to reassure her that all is . . .
On a chilly pier at dawn
I wonder at times why we don't get up and out for every dawn. When you are camping or sleeping in a tiny VW van at western the edge of Ireland, every sound tells you, the day is here! Get out of bed now! It starts with crows flying from their roost across the harbour to the Castle. I catch them crossing overhead from my . . .
