Category: Wonderings
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My swamp
The Causeway I am the mist and I am the stone. When the gulls scream, I am up in the wet air with them, Whipped in the tunnels of wind that flee towards the hills and, beyond, the sea. When the tide rises, creeping through gulleys and saturating green mud, I am the rivulets, I…
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Fieldlarking
As the seasons change, I see the shifts the land has taken through flooding and ploughing. A field once dismissed now displays a scattering of pottery, sharp glints against the mud. I’ll lark anywhere. If the river is high, I’ll turn to the hedgerows. If the hedgerows are fat and impenetrable with spring leaves, I’ll…
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The dump!
One of my best days on the island so far happened on Sunday: I found a place to dig. A very different experience from finding my first proper bottle dump in Sussex, but an utter joy nonetheless. I had set out for an aimless wander and followed a stream uphill. In a dirt pile next…
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How to revamp old knitwear
Two AMAZING things I’ve learned this week about knitwear that have blown my mind and made me think of a million new projects I want to instantly start. 1. You can cut knitting without it unravelling By some sort of wizardry or dark art, knitting does not instantly fall to threads if you cut it.…
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Ghost signs
In the neurodivergent community, a ‘glimmer’ is a spark of brain pleasure. It could be triggered by something you know you love, so you can do it on purpose (like mudlarking for me) or it can be all-of-a-sudden, out in the world. A good glimmer for me is a ghost sign sighting. Ghost signs are…
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