I read a beautiful and tender poem by Michael Rosen on my Facebook feed the other day.‘This is the poem I read last night at
Folkestone Viaduct. I am standing underneath the Viaduct in Folkestone…. A Victorian citadel looming tall below the ridge of Hills that enfold Folkestone. I
From CD Mother I thank Ian Shaw for making me record this song. A catharsis for a life of not knowng my Mother and never meeting
My generation, 1944 – ? + A soundscape.
Extracts. The Singer’s Tale. Roots. War Bombs Marches and listening to Music. 1962-1963. CND. Activism. BEWARE We have been here before and before and before