In which I publicly admit I have serious Clare issues while standing in the Epping Forest.
A quick lunch poem.
After a breakfast with strangers and handful of flowers, it was a special delight to bump into this poetry stall at the Farmers Market.
When you resolve to write more love letters, it’s nice to have exquisite paper to do it on. Karacho’s woodblock-printed paper in unlike anything else I’ve written on.