All afternoon the sea pushes into the land, plating the estuary to cloud swelling the river high enough to salt the skirts of the valley trees. Deeper inland creeps the sea’s fingers, gloving the mud creeks, blunting their sharpness with brimmed water. Crabs scuttle uphill, rafts of sea-weed eddy, a hovering merlin whistles high tide. […]

Out the front door, turn right pass through the ruined gate between the blooming hawthorns and thistle banks, and the curling track transports you across a meadow. This track, a metal detector once told me while patrolling the meadow, his eyes on me his ears on history, this track is ancient. They likely pushed the […]