Spring has arrived. At least in the South of England, where I am currently waiting out lockdown before my return to Manchester. Saturday 27th February 2021 was a beautiful day; the kind of day that inspires me to write mediocre poetry about sunshine and birdsong. I went on a ten mile walk to a beautiful […]
While it is commonly accepted that florals will rear their head every spring, what are you supposed to do with them if you’re a grunge loving Fallowfield chick?
