An unfinished lament for Margery McGregor I think of your crisp blue eyes and wispy white hairThat framed your face like a penumbra of snowI remember the night before you died and I satOn the floor by your bed holding your handI think I never was as close to you as...
“There is nothing – absolutely NOTHING – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.” From Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows One of my favourite books as a young child was The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. My father...
