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Carved from seasoned wood
rings of memory murmer
sounds fill the silence.

Trying a bit of Haiku again after a talk at The Friends’ Meeting house this afternoon.

When I am bereft of words the natural world then fills the gap.

in Brighton, Hove. Rottingdean, Saltdean and on the wonderful Weald Allotment …

a misquotation from that famous poem by Walter Scott — ‘Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive.’

after all where are the rows of tender crops? Sadly eaten by slugs, and our
 scarecrows are far too pretty to frighten even the lowliest snail anyway. 334 more words

or not!

If you get the chance for a chat with Mick when you go to his art exhibition of maritime watercolours and oils at the Grange Art Gallery and Museum, we… 353 more words