#PatchChat: Forgotten Decorations
Sunday 12th March 2017 The walk down the concrete road is long and dreamlike in the grey light. A faint and illusive fog shrouds the world beyond, holding in the calls of sparrows...
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Author: markranger01
#PatchChat: A Multitude of Decay
Bleached and wilted grasses line the footpath in wet clumps. Molehills of loose rich earth rest, apparently motionless, in all directions. Air pressure, wind, rain and gravity are at work however, settling the...
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#PatchChat: Sites of Exclosure
23rd October 2016 ‘Leave it.’ Elsie looks up at me from beside the bin. ‘Leave it.’ She eats the chewing gum and then scuttles to my left leg as we continue to walk....
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#PatchChat: Outer Dark
‘You won’t get phone reception out here,’ he said, cradling the rifle under one arm and resting his other hand over the barrel. He wore green overalls and wellington boots, with a...
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#PatchChat: Between Stubbled Wheat Fields and the Railway
Rancid and prolapsed blackberries hang limp amongst the swathes of wilted nettles. My patch along the old railway line is certainly undergoing a significant change. It’s autumn now, I suppose, and there is...
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#PatchChat: Dew-Soaked Ramblings At The Start of Summer.
For some reason I always walk in the same direction around the old railway. From Ruddington, Nottinghamshire, I stride out down my road, past the Victorian terraces adorned with hanging baskets and window...
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