‘Helgafell’ by Tony Williams

Helgafell There is a quarry in my heart. The lovely lanes divide. One humps from Upperwood to Uppertown and Ember Lane, and Ember Farm (my family’s farm, which has not been our farm for fifty years). At Bonsall’s market cross the clot of stone sends tassels out towards the Barley Mow, the moor, and down towards the valley’s narrow chute that lands with laughing splashes … Continue reading ‘Helgafell’ by Tony Williams