the sun has come out after many days of low sky and rain; so I have whisped back to the bittersweet crushes that walked the avenues of Lancaster University wondering how I could approach the next essay
‘“I don’t know,” he said …’: … I was so in naïve when I went to university
‘noticed how her hair parted back …’: part of a triptych of naïvelove – tripped, falling and as mauve and mist-rising as a heathland morning
‘snatched from his …’: being so besotted pulled me beyond myself, alive and naïve
Grizedale College: … sigh!