I felt every blade of grass, every bit of soil, the rain, the mud, the fog, the fighting, the sun in the morning, the battlefields, the centuries of amazing people like Shakespeare, the countless custodians of this green and pleasant land, the different accents across the country, our infighting over who indeed is part of “gods own county” … I felt my bones of which they are centuries of this land, the venerable Bede in Jarrow where I was born and the Port of Tyne dock yards…
You painted the most marvellous picture of our country through the ages, it is poignant and inspiring, it is frightening and sad, if we don’t elect the right people at the next election, in what’s left of our once great democratic system, the age, history and beauty of this wonderfully ancient country of which you write will be lost.
Gawain, this is just perfect…
I felt every blade of grass, every bit of soil, the rain, the mud, the fog, the fighting, the sun in the morning, the battlefields, the centuries of amazing people like Shakespeare, the countless custodians of this green and pleasant land, the different accents across the country, our infighting over who indeed is part of “gods own county” … I felt my bones of which they are centuries of this land, the venerable Bede in Jarrow where I was born and the Port of Tyne dock yards…
You painted the most marvellous picture of our country through the ages, it is poignant and inspiring, it is frightening and sad, if we don’t elect the right people at the next election, in what’s left of our once great democratic system, the age, history and beauty of this wonderfully ancient country of which you write will be lost.
Here’s to us 🙏
I should have mentioned Bede, or Biscop.