Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

One mark of good verse is surprise

I am still reeling with delight at the soaring majesty of Norfolk.

I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.

Ludlow....is probably the loveliest town in England with its hill of Georgian houses ascending from the river Teme to the great tower of the cross-shaped church, rising behind a classic market building.

Topography is one of my chief themes in my poetry, about the country, the suburbs and the seaside. Then there comes love... and increasingly; the fear of death.