Unmute yourself by joining The Buzzing Book Club. Meetings take place via Zoom on the first Thursday of every month at 7pm (GMT). Members take turns to choose the book.
Places are limited. This is a small, informal, lively group. If you would like to join us please get in touch with me in advance through the Contacts Page. Hope to see you soon!
Unmute yourself by joining The Buzzing Book Club. Meetings take place via Zoom on the first Thursday of every month at 7pm (GMT). Members take turns to choose the book.
Places are limited. This is a small and lively group. If you would like to join us please get in touch with me in advance through the Contacts Page. Hope to see you soon!
Sundays, dad drives, mum folds
maps, me in the back seat of our black Ford.
We meander from Gargrave to Stump
Cross to Oxenhope Moor. Stone-walled
boundaries streak beyond misted glass. I choke
down nausea, cross fingers and legs.
Squatting in ragged robin roadsides, we search
for traveller’s joy. Weave delicate chains of wild
amid the stench of exhaust. We chew hardboiled
eggs, salamis, gherkins, hard cheese with red rind, wilted
sarnies from Tupperware. Me and Mum sip tepid tea, plastic
brittle-edging my lips. Dad drinks Double Diamond.
The wind blows cold. We seek shelter in damp beneath
dry stone walls ignoring the holes where carefully selected rocks
fail to interlock. I look for Heathcliff in dark crevices, hiding
secret notes, names scribbled on scraps. Northerly
gusts breach the wall until we shiver. Whipped
silent, we scatter our crumbs and leave.