This track

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, one eye on me the other on history, this track is ancient. They likely pushed the […]

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Poppy

When her brothers come home from school, all afternoon brag and shoving, she smiles and climbs the narrow stairs to her room to put on her dancing shoes. They are silver with heels too far for her father, she is four, but someone kind gave them to her, and I see they help her win […]

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Lake Malawi

In Dar es Salaam we boarded the bus and then just sat there, waiting to go, the engine idling while through the open windows passed a fine dust and raised by unseen hands, aluminum trays of over-ripe bananas and bags of cashews, the banana smell and the hawkers crying for their money, the hawkers’ smell […]

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Mediterranean ii

Do you remember a glorious morning before the war when I swam you out to sea against your mother’s warning of urchins? You holding too tight around my neck, laughing and urging me on across the vast blue space. You were not punctured by urchins that day. Or remember when paddling on that steep beach […]

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Brexit, Blair and doing the right thing

Many who voted remain at the referendum worry that their country is being taken from them. It’s not just that they regret we are leaving the EU. They fear that as an independent country Britain might become a different place, with values they don’t recognise. This anxiety is real for many but it is groundless. […]

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It’s going to be ok

Although I took a sabbatical to work for Vote Leave during last year’s referendum campaign I was never an enthusiastic leaver; it took David Cameron’s unconvincing renegotiation to push me over the line, confirming my impression that the EU dream was now broken, and in order to protect our democracy it was time for the UK to take […]

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Working party iii

A lane pulling away between fields laid low with winter wear. The village men and women out in January weather, their boots clocking hours against the road, raking hay and plastic out of the verge their spades cutting places  for thorn and hazel.   The wind coming in and the lines of rain on the wind, […]

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