Poetry That Lies Beneath Our Feet
Alan Garner reviews a global history, After The Ice
"...In 1957, aged 22, I climbed up a steep field in Cheshire. A roofline appeared, and as more and more of the building was revealed, I believed less and less of what I saw. It was a timber framed medi?val hall of the purest form: solar and parlour, great hall, cross passage and service bay.
By 1957 it had slid down the social scale to be two agricultural tied cottages, one with a closing order on it. Together with an acre of garden it was for sale at ?510. I had 8 shillings and 3 pence to my name and no source of income. I am writing this now in the buttery... ..."
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