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05/10/26 Flesh and bones
This week I found the white spine of a slow worm fused to the tar of the road through the village. The smudge of dried skin and flesh shadowed that chain of delicate bones. A broken necklace that used to wriggle in the grass. Now the steady procession of cars runs it over and over into a bed of bitumen.…
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1/10/23 Old Oaks
I felt trapped inside so I took my bike for a spin. Autumn is beginning to touch the trees on the hills, but the weather is still warm and the plants still pushing upwards. Huge oaks stood fat in the sun as I wound through the back roads towards Hembury Fort. I laboured up a steep lane to the cranking…