The Ladybird Book of England

Look who’s been writing poems on their holiday! “Looking down on Ludlow Castle From the cliff across the river, One more┬áday in the Ladybird Book of England. Red brick houses cluster round it, Plaques on nearly every one. Who stayed there And when their time here ended. High upon this common land , Gazing down […]

A sense of place? Thinking about home

It was an instinctive reaction to a post on Twitter. A photograph of somewhere else that made me think about Liverpool. A sequence of posts in Italian had finally arrived in Liverpool translated as: “Naples is magical – a capital city without a country.” “I know how that feels’ was my immediate and instinctive response. […]