Tag Archives: John Masefield
Standing stones, hillforts – and defying a guardian wind
It’s a dour day. Stoking the smouldering coals of melancholy. And it’s further than it seems, the journey. A sign catches my eye. ‘Stone circle,’ I read aloud. Then add, to my own surprise, ‘let’s go’. It’s a while before … Continue reading
MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 