‘Winter’ by Clarissa Aykroyd

  Winter after Rilke I love the light of winters gone by. They weren’t so carefree, and we cringed at their hard, bright strength; we breathed in the cold air of courage to face them: they crowned us magi of the snows. And the fire that withstood those winters was all flame and flow, true fire. Writing came hard. We couldn’t even feel our fingers. … Continue reading ‘Winter’ by Clarissa Aykroyd

‘The Worst Journey in the World’ by Clarissa Aykroyd

  The Worst Journey in the World We have not yet passed the dip in the track. We have passed Earls Court. At Earls Court we sat for ten minutes and I read The Worst Journey in the World. Apsley Cherry-Garrard was reminded by an ice slope (or an argument or a penguin) of the trains at Earls Court. Then we crawled onward to Gloucester … Continue reading ‘The Worst Journey in the World’ by Clarissa Aykroyd