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Adrian G R Scott

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A New Series of the Grim Up North? Podcast !

We have now established the tradition of beginning each series with a walking episode. The first was around the city of Sheffield and our second is around Grasmere in the Lake District. Made famous by the Lakeland poets and especially William Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy who lived in Dove Cottage, Grasmere town sits next to the lake of the same name. We began at the cottage and the wonderful museum dedicated to the Wordsworths and then walked right around the lake. We encountered other walkers and then finished off in the Churchyard where the Wordsworth’s are buried. We stayed the night in the wonderful Traveler’s Rest on the edge of the town. The next morning we headed up towards Easdale and the path up to the Tarn looking over Sour Milk Gill. Thanks to all the people we encountered on the walk for their time and obvious love of the Lakes. We would recommend Dorothy Wordsworth’s Grasmere Journal, any version of the Prelude by William Wordsworth and Jonathan Bates excellent biography Radical Wordsworth. For Coleridge’s Frost At Midnight click https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43986/frost-at-midnight

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'Have you ever been plunged under the surface of your conscious life and found yourself
all at sea, not knowing what course to steer?'
- All At Sea, In A Night Sea Journey
'When will you be ready
to hear the voice
that has been speaking to you with a patient kindness
for some time now,
like birdsong as you wake?'
- When Will You Be Ready, Arriving in Magic
'I came back from High Easdale Tarn,
and my teacup was white like a new page'
- Easdale Tarn , A Night Sea Journey
'I often wonder what my face says as it stares out at the world. Is it begging a question of the returning gazes, asking who am I and where does my face fit?'
- My Face, Arriving in Magic
'And so, the ordinary continues to be the 
thing that is most dangerous, and the 
hundred-year-old memory that we banished'
- Sheffield In Lockdown, Soon to be published collection about Sheffield
'A space presents itself 
as the wind and the needled edge 
of the saguaro cactus, 
speak of the solitude 
that you bargain 
away for acquaintance'
- Aravaipa Canyon, Unpublished Poem
'What is acidic in you, that might turn sweet, 
yearning for delivery, to take first breath. 
Go into hard labour to birth it, It is there,
in the womb of you, aching to emerge'
- Last Testament, A Night Sea Journey