Always summer, amongst the rolling hills, we would spend our youth. To the sound of church bells: long Sunday bike rides, back before dusk; time to count the conker-bounty of our saddlebags.
Always with our doors on the latch; mother buying pegs from the Romany lady whilst I picked parsley for dinner.
Pink junket and tinned satsumas, for 'afters', always on a Friday, in a time of change.
projecting from a field
Ralph Stott was born in Kent, England in 1957. He is married and has two daughters. He studied design at the Medway College of Design in the mid-70's. Expressing ideas through the written/visual media, has always interested him. Ralph began to dedicate more time to poetry with The Writers and Poetry Alliance, in particular the 'Stylists' forum, over the last 3 years. He has self published one book called Legends For Lunchtime; a collection of short stories and has a second book pending called The Sounding.