A change
Twenty feet outside my window, the chestnut, oak and pollard lime trees sway. For over a month this coast, whose trees habitually bow their heads and turn their backs to a prevailing sou’westerly, has experienced cold, insistent winds from the east. This happened last year, too. Despite the sunshine, whitecaps rise in the sheltered bays, swimmers huddle in the surf, eyeing their expensive Dryrobes, wistfully. I am sitting at my desk, facing west, feeling something shift - inside? Outside? Probably both.
First published here with full transcript, notes and more images, June 12th 2023.
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