Bardon, 1949

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  • Published 20100802
  • ISBN: 9781921656170
  • Extent: 264 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook
IN MY MIND’S eye, it all begins with the grass: long, wild-green and waving. Like a head of unruly hair parted and re-parted by the wind. I am seeing it still, bowing and tossing itself about above me on the hill, an almost indigo-blue sky behind, the cicadas roaring regimentally in a ring around my head.

The council are coming today to cut it down, they said at breakfast, and a good job too. You can hardly get out the gate. And the bloody snakes.

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