Landscapism

"Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorled ear Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear." ...

"I write with very cold hands, the White Horse twenty to thirty yards below me to my right ... and the sun breaks through suddenly...

As the dying light of summer drifts through the snap of autumn, and life and the land are readied for the murk of winter, a sense of gloo...

The Church of Merthyr Issui at Patricio (now Partrishow) inhabits its location high up on the western slope of the Grwyne Fawr valley in t...