Still was the right word for your birth. You were a tiny dead weight in my arms, soft and warm, but so still. You never knew life outside me; suffocated inside me, your home and death chamber. But before that, we had a fine time together. I would read you Shakespeare’s sonnets, and you would […]

  Head out of the window at the opening hour  to a white sky,  white silk sea.   Scrawl a note, leave it on the landing. ‘Gone for swim. Back soon. Love mum xxxx’   It’s warm, so just bikini, skirt and sandals,  the summer luxury of nearly nothing. Step out of the front door […]

I don’t usually come to Keswick. In the Easdale valley, my usual destination, I know where I am. Paths are dear and familiar; even in the snow I have a reasonable idea of my location. But this year I travel to the northern fells, rarely visited as adult or child. To continue on the train […]