
This part of the tale is told in fallen willow leaves spinning on a half-forgotten river . . .

This part of the tale is told in fallen willow leaves spinning on a half-forgotten river . . .

This is a tale told by rainwater rippling between setts and written in condensation on a bus window . . .

This is a tale told where a bell tinkles to let you in a room that smells of leather and shoe polish . . . Continue reading

This is a tale told on thin yellowed paper with a careful nib and joined-up writing . . .
This part of the story is written in spinning willow leaves on a trapped river . . . Continue reading
This is a tale told in sweet wrappers swirling by a bin on a cold day decades ago . . .

This is a story started in strands of whipweed, sea-tangle and dabberlocks by the cold North Sea . . .
This is a tale ended in broken limpets, fractured clams and scatters of bladderwrack . . .
This is a tale begun in patterns of limpets clinging to scaurs in the North Sea . . .