This month it's the turn of Laura to head off and abandon poor Clare. Loneliness, hunger and a general feeling of loss has been my only companion since being abandoned last week.

No news, nothing new to report in the shop, just........nothing!

LAURA COME HOME, AND BRING BACK SOME NEWS!!!!!!!!

THE LOST HEIFER, by Austin Clarke.

When the black herds of the rain were grazing,
In the gap of the pure cold wind
And the watery hazes of the hazel
Brought her into my mind,
I thought of the last honey by the water
That no hive can find.

Brightness was drenching through the branches
When she wandered again,
Turning sliver out of dark grasses
Where the skylark had lain,
And her voice coming softly over the meadow
Was the mist becoming rain.                          

For those of you who have fond memories of that tattered tome ‘Soundings’, the above poem may arouse strong emotions. Ah yes, bored out of your tree listening to some old codger of an English teacher…

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