Tag Archives: Wood

The Wheel

Discarded and decayed: most farms have this corner, the space where things are left. Not intentionally to rot, but a purposeless place. Things that have run their course. Mangled machinery. Broken down, perhaps with a vague notion that it will … Continue reading

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The Table

I have a new table, to sit at when i write. It’s a beautiful thing, engineered from English oak, a wide expanse of pale wood, not even oiled. I spend most of my time travelling, writing in cafes, airports, on … Continue reading

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