I'm not really a religious person, but I like Dark Age saints. And I like poems. Not a surprise, then, that I like these poems at Stride.
I got very little writing or birding done this weekend, mainly because I was roped in to play cricket again yesterday in a cup match (normally a Saturday league game is more than enough). It did have a vague literary connection though, because we were playing Eastwood Town, whose lovely ground is only a few hundred yards from DH Lawrence's birthplace. We got well beaten, but a good time was had by all.
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