“Books are like seeds: they come to life when you read them, and grow spines and leaves. I need trees around me as I need books around me, so building bookshelves is something like planting trees.” © Roger Deakin, Notes from Walnut Tree Farm (Penguin, 2008).
The arrow on the weather vane is spinning, caught in a funnel of air it points to a gap in the cloud, the first for a while. We follow a finger carved in the stone wall as far as a gate that opens onto land bound by a felled oak. The grass is patchy, the ground wet with rotting leaves, the path broken by a line of funghi straddling the mossy hump of a root line. We stand on the […]