Ralph Vaughan Williams

His music.  Lakeland fells. Inseperable, for me. Overwhelming both, as sunlight emerging from banked clouds. Transported. Once engaged always awed by the scale of rockface or score. To listen is to fly and soar like a bird. Spinning upwards. Turning over.   Pure daydreams. As intense as scaling a peak. Looking down at the world … More Ralph Vaughan Williams

Undulating

Little wonder they carved a horse. The earth cries out to be ridden and roved upon. Flowing curves flare contoured thighs and fetlocks. Beauties in sated repose breathing deeply. Lovely in the morning sun, but now, at twilight so Magical. As if the whole land aches to stretch and stand. © Tom Tide 2016  

Magic Fuels

I will have a lifelong love affair with the writing of Laurie Lee. His descriptions are both poignant and seductive, and bound by a sensuality which is both beautiful and unsettling. Reading him is at once blissfully comforting and yet harrowing, as real life is.  I am also deeply enamoured by a poem of Derek … More Magic Fuels