I felt you in my legs before I ever met you...

I've flown south for spring. Goodbye dear Edinburgh, for I have grown a certain fondness for your bitter winds, late night hauntings on the cowgate, your fleeting sunny days, as unexpected as a late letter, presumed lost. Sunny days call for walking, grass, cold alcohol. Everyone was at it. We celebrated summer's brief appearance with an afternoon on the meadows (until it got too cold).




Hello dear Somerset. Hello real cider, my car, old man pubs (my favourite), afternoons in the garden with wine, my dogs.There is a calm here that I rarely feel elsewhere.




'This life, you win some, lose some, Then?
You want to go home. With only a numbered key,
you take the shortcut past the palace,
through the tall Norwegian wood. For now, you're lucky-

across the world, someone loves you hard enough
to sieve a single star from this dark sky.' Carol Ann Duffy-Oslo