On Fred at eighteen

The day still unswum, after lunch we dive inand suspend ourselves in choppy water,our homage to Poseidon whose shifting outskirtsrent against the hard shore.In cleaves of marine glass the water rises, holds,and then shatters into armfuls of snow; rises, holds and vanishes into snow. All your days have lead us to this moored boat, this […]

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Short review of God is an Octopus by Ben Goldsmith

This is a deeply moving, honest and sometimes upsetting account of a father’s sudden loss of his beloved daughter; in the days and weeks that follow the clinging on to memory, the glimpses of Iris, the bewilderment of grief. But ‘God is an Octopus’ is much more than a memoir of loss. Ben’s grief drives […]

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Planting an orchard ii

The first of the trees are planted; they are Browns, a bitter sharp apple native to Devon. These trees should produce a prolific crop of red apples within 5 years. This batch of whips went missing in the post, and when it arrived there were seven, rather than the 15 we had ordered. But it’s […]

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In search of consensus

Since we left the EU in January 2020 a worldwide pandemic and a European war propagated by a UN Security Council member has ended globalisation as we knew it (forever) and ushered in a new era of complex geopolitics driven by growing competition between China and ‘the West’ (a collective that now has fresh impetus), […]

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British film

For unknown reasons the queue has stalled. It is past three in the morning on London’s South Bank and I am sitting in the British Film Institute’s café sipping hot coffee and watching a silent, exquisitely re-coloured film of the Queen’s visit to Pakistan in 1961: there she is laughing as she is asked to […]

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For Felix (and his parents)

When I am away making myself, missing you, look  to the beech wood on the hill.   That bright door through which the deer slips marks my birth. My young years are the shooting green hawthorn, and the beeches – those steepling beeches so handsome and tall and sheltering are my middle and my age. […]

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