Ugly, lovely towns
“I thought of my river, the Afon Lwyd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the drooping alders. The alders, he […]
“I thought of my river, the Afon Lwyd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the drooping alders. The alders, he […]
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water W.H. Auden How often do you complain about the weather? If you live in the UK, then it’s probably on […]
“At that time Math son of Mathonwy could not live unless his feet were in the lap of a maiden, except when the turmoil of war prevented him.” . . […]