Madingley Hall, Cambridge

Teach me:

how to feel moss when I’m thinking of dead children;

how to laugh about sticky willies when I’m thinking of dead children;

how to pick daisies (day’s-eye) when I’m thinking of dead children;

how to awe at fossils lining halls when I’m thinking of dead children.

The sap runs down the hornbeam and I think of red running their faces.

The sheep bleat in the yard and I think of them crying for their mothers.

He says punch the sequoia tree and their faces squish underneath my fist.

This country deserves

no green like this.

Cedar of Lebanon.

Chiffchaff, migrated from Africa. Goldcrest, UK’s smallest bird.

They weigh as much as three paper clips

in the NCU.