Letters

Written August 2017, edited here November 2020. My hosts for the coming months had made Richmond Station our rendezvous, killing two...

Eleven-year-old Léopoldine, Victor Hugo’s daughter, whom this poem of grief is about. Painted 1835. She drowned in the Seine aged...

Painted whilst at anchor off Proti Island Greece. Proti is derived from the name Proteus, son of Poseidon. On the island today live a few...

The cenotaph for Bertrand du Guesclin’s heart, Dinan. A cormorant, Canal du Vilaine. Meeting the doe. Statue of Jacque Cartier, St Malo....

Almost a week ago, the strangest thing happened. My siblings and I were working on the new beach chalets we have been rebuilding next to...

Fired nostrils fume, Besotted eyes gloom; Daring young in the square, They have forced the dare. Hoof marks the sand With a flick and...

Taken at the moment when I set out with my father and Christopher (a family friend) from our home, our haven Cowes, to reach across the...

Communing with an ancient oak, taken by my mother. Find her photography at https://kukiwaterstone.wixsite.com/photography#!

Lest I begin to fade as a wintry glade At the warmth of early spring, Or quietly quiver like a summer’s river As drought sands the...