Brighton looked wonderful, Saltdean had pulled out all the stops with their narcissi
The weather and seemingly endless sea mists that have conspired to dampen my spirits had disappeared. The sun on the beds of the allotment waiting for a gentle dig over, the lively newts out of hibernation and all the signs of spring on the way home and later in the garden, cheered me up no end.
A little boy looks into a dry stone wall and imagines who might inhabit it. Poem with illustrations. A6 softback (postcard size) 24 pages.
Words and illustrations by Ann Perrin
Produced by The Dry Stone Walling Education Project
Ann’s poetry covers the big topics of love and death with originality. Take for instance the title poem which is full of surprises yet also wonderfully poignant.
