A little bowl of Autumn

In our four months in lock down in Bridlington we’d often escape on our bikes to the countryside just minutes away.  We watched the seasons change from spring to summer and I’d always meant to stop and pick up the small pine-cones blown from an avenue of trees alongside a favourite cycling path. Somehow I … Read more


The fields are scraped and golden as we pass,Hawthorn berries wave scarlet fingernailsAnd all around I see the death of grass,Summer is guttering though green prevails,But in the woods the bracken’s is brown,Roadside seed-heads fuzz where once were flowers;It was the sweetest summer season I have known,Though every year I say this: it’s what endures.The … Read more