I felt the sorrow of the raven, the joy of the skylark ...

When I opened the book, I saw my name - 

Christopher's Brid Book I read - 19 Sedgley Grove Gosport Hants - Saturday May 2nd 1959 - 

I'd gone to Miles Bookshop with an aunt - 

The courtly Mr Miles had placed The Observer's Book of Birds into my artless hand -

I was seven years old - 

The grey town was a boundless world - 

Heroes rode bicycles through the streets - 

Each night I would open my Book of Birds - 

Each bird for me was a character in a story -  

There was the noble kingfisher, there the morose comorant - 

I'd feel the sorrow of the raven, the joy of the skylark - 

17.15

Tuesday 12 July 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset