Autumn–Winter 2021

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I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires.

Photo: Randy Larcombe

– Thomas Hardy (1840–1928)


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