Lois Elsden
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My locals
I’ve always been a pub person, I guess because my dad Donald was; he had been brought up in a pub, the Portland Arms Hotel, and for him pubs were a place to meet friends and socialise. As we grew up as children, his local was not the Portland; his parents no longer had the pub after 1950, and Donald went to the New […]
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Moss
Moss-Gathering, To loosen with all ten fingers held wide and limber And lift up a patch, dark-green, the kind for lining cemetery baskets, Thick and cushiony, like an old-fashioned doormat, The crumbling small hollow sticks on the underside mixed with roots, And wintergreen berries and leaves still stuck to the top, — That was moss-gathering. […]
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