Unquiet slumbers for a sleepy world
" I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind...
AUTHOR AND PLAYWRIGHT
Unquiet slumbers for a sleepy world
A Nightingale sang in a West Sussex park
The voice of a visible woman - in memoriam, Jean Gould.
Give it time and space
It's complicated - when is a forest not a forest?
Ode to Belly Mujinga
Past the wit of man to say
Jack of all trades?
I'll never find another you.