Poetry Mondays – The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy.

The Darkling Thrush   I leant upon a coppice gate,When Frost was spectre-gray,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires.   The land’s sharp features seemed to meThe Century’s corpse outleant,Its crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind [...]

Poetry Mondays – The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.

The Raven.   Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber [...]

Plastic Free July.

We're now a week into July, whether the weather agrees is a different matter. And with the start of the seventh month of the year comes a new challenge. No, it is not maintaining social distancing in a pub - but trying to make this month a plastic free month. Now I am going to [...]