Jewel-green fields, sodden from the constant rain, roll away from my feet. I sink deeper into the mud of the land; silted layers of history and people.
Like a tree, I reach my bare toes into the soil and put down roots.
Writer, Artist, Designer
"5 minute walks"
A sailboat, a couple, and their little dog too.
Where your words matter.
Poems | England | Staffordshire | East Anglia | Northern Ireland | The Needwood Poems.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
Christine Hanolsy, Author
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Paper and Salt attempts to recreate and reinterpret dishes that iconic authors discuss in their letters, diaries and fiction. Part food and recipe blog, part historical discussion, part literary fangirl-ing.
Eyes ten degrees above the horizon