For nearly twenty years we have been living in the Clun valley. In one direction we look at Clunbury Hill, in another Hopton Titterhill and another Goat Hill. We live in the bowl of the valley, one field from the Clun River.
So for one whole year I wrote notes each month and drafted a poem or more during the next month.
A few words are those spoken locally - they have a * to show that their meaning can be found in local language.
I began in April, as so much does. Read on...