http://slow.writerscafe.org/alanchadwick The original writings of author Harold en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776382564 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Anger and, eventual feelings of hopelessness and despair. I used to live near the Wyre Forest in Worcestershire, so part of this is autobiographical. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170738/ Written on a typically dreary Easter Bank Holiday in Britain. I reminisce about the places where i would rather have been; the hauntingly austere, yet compellingly beautiful, lanes of North Cornwall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170737/ Nature as a metaphor for life's journey. The ideas of growing as diffusion, and the joining of 'souls' into a continuum, but with a loss of identity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170666/ All of the most magical places, whether spectacularly beautiful, or hauntingly spiritual, are nothing without the love of my wife. Nothing is anything, without her in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170606/ 'Lonely Waters' is the title of a piece of music by the Irish/English composer E. J. Moeran. The poem was written after a short break with my wife in the 'Forest of Dean' in Gloucestershire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170605/ A narrow, and remote, lane in North Cornwall; leading, eventually, up to an ancient, granite, cross. Here the powers of nature are definitely in the ascendancy over the works of man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170604/ My longing for the sea, in all its moods, and my wishes to escape the anxieties of life. Sometimes I just want isolation and the chance to be my own person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alanchadwick/2170549/