Eight twenty four and the sun appears to rise over a land once known as Elmet. it is pure gold, with high cumulus layered clouds flecked with purple towards the south west. It appears to ascend between the 1760ft high television mast of Emley moor and the ‘Victoria Tower’ that stands 1000 feet atop the ancient fort known as Castle Hill, which lies to the south of the town of Huddersfield.  RM views all this from the family home which stands, a box amongst boxes, on moorland which was once grazed by sheep.

It is the land of his birth and the land of his ancestors. That is a statement of fact. Meanwhile, downstairs, his father is slowly slipping off this mortal coil. Continue reading “OF RIGHT AND WRONG.” →