Scary creatures stalk wood, field and heath. Fox and badger with fearsome teeth. Death and destruction wherever they pry. Henhouse, sheepfold, pond and sty. All is happening while the farmer’s asleep. Rounding up flocks of imaginary sheep. And by the time he awakens when the…

The lovers laid on the drier ground in the middle of the copse. Face to face. Hand in hand. Two thin lines drawn so close together that from any distance they’d have appeared as one brush stroke on the canvas of their special field. There…

There are no trees in Orchard Ride Nor apples ripe at autumn tide Save for those in cellophane From Tesco, Waitrose or some such name. No roots, no trunks nor grass between No insects, bugs or things unseen Just bricks and blocks and glass and…

The church clock strikes midnight. Each chime counting out the old year and ringing in the new. But it’s the sounds in between the bell that are our celebration. One…The hoot of an owl borne aloft on white wings. Two…The unoiled gate that squeaks as…