A baking July afternoon in Lincolnshire. Everything feels flattened under the heat: sheep, crops, fields. The houses I pass are
I’ve been made blue, I’ve been lied to When will I be loved? I’ve been turned down, I’ve been pushed
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Nicole & Martin live in a caravan: it may be the least interesting thing about them.…
Migranland It is in the nature of artistic work to reach beyond the boundaries of language, culture and context. You
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Medieval visions Wrangle Church is known to architectural historians for its rare 14th century stained glass.…
An experiment in brevity: I have had this question in my mind for a little while.