Thursday 17th October 2019,
Frontiers Magazine

Browsing the "Elizabeth Woodcock" Tag

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The Language of the Senses

Water, the elemental essence of life, of our bodies. A visceral trickle running down the flank of a hill. Yet walking in drought and the bare bones of the hills creak under foot, the brittle and brown grasses, the dusty [...]

October 2, 2019 Countryside
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Women and the Land

About 15 years ago I was living and working in Dubai. A desert with the world’s biggest buildings on it, and a high street which is an eight-lane motorway, where public ‘gardens’ are created and removed overnight, trees in huge [...]

September 17, 2019 Countryside
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The darkness of the winter solstice

Winter stayed well into April, and as I dug holes for apple trees T. S. Eliot swirled in my head: “April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with [...]

December 20, 2018 Column
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Walking with Ravens and Wonder

Soaring. That is the word. On top of the world, or so it seems, above the busy valleys below, side by side with the ravens as they soar on the up-blasts of winter blizzard rushing skywards. I soar with them, [...]

October 9, 2018 Countryside, Winter Issue 2018