“Dark, raining, almost moonless. The first day of the first darkness and the moon is a thin crescent rising behind the alder trees along the river. I have to light the oil lamp and pump it to brighten the light as the vapour hisses into the wick. When it is dark I feel as helpless as a swift lying on the road. My element is light, and all I have of it is the circle cast by the oil lamp. The shadows of thistles and clumps of rushes radiate from the lamp as I walk the field in my yellow trawlerman’s oilskins with my long-handled net and the rake over my shoulder. The shadows circle round the lamp as I walk until they point and fade into the fear and the darkness behind me.
This is a really wonderful piece of writing (as usual)
When I read your work I often think to myself that it would make an excellent book. Good (if not better) as any in it’s genre. Go for it! I’ll be looking forward to buying a copy.
I'm buying whatever books you write, Richard. I love this genre of books and have many, from Gilbert White's collection of letters to interested friends - as yours are, in a way - and have many of them. You're a dark horse and a literary lion. Go for it!
This is a really wonderful piece of writing (as usual)
When I read your work I often think to myself that it would make an excellent book. Good (if not better) as any in it’s genre. Go for it! I’ll be looking forward to buying a copy.
Yes, it would certainly be something I’d read as would one about your various experiences north of the border.
Great writing Richard!
I think a book of these personal memoirs of activities beyond the experience of so many would make a
Great book that could last in print over many generations as well as help us to begin to think more ecologically.
I'm buying whatever books you write, Richard. I love this genre of books and have many, from Gilbert White's collection of letters to interested friends - as yours are, in a way - and have many of them. You're a dark horse and a literary lion. Go for it!