I am drawn to themin books, in memoryone much visited,small, habitable, easily traversed,remembered, rediscovered,the mingled smellsof sea and soil. They may rise upfrom the seabed of sleep,from restless origins,defiant cliffs transmuteto gentling foothills,village yards. Fixed in timeor changing hourly,weather always the onemost wished-for,the season chosen for its gifts,its special gifts: the silenced wood,the yielding soil, […]