I don't quite live ten miles from the desert, but we're very prone to drought here. Concentrates the mind!

I also dream of rain
Worship when it comes
Succour and spring
Healer of the cracked clays
Salve of dry stones in stream beds
Blood of trees

The window drums
Specks on the yard concrete hit and fade, blur and join,
The gutters start to run

And the smell of it
The brown grass gleaming
Will not die

Sorry to hear that. May you find your way through.

Excuse me, I don't want any bigots at my solstice festival.

Civis Romanus sum ...

Conclusion: I like Rachel Taylor. I don't know who she is and will have to look her up.

Thank you for producing this summary.

And in order to do that, first we stole from ourselves; our regions, our nations, our peoples - our dialects and languages. For a country to colonise others, it must first colonise itself.

Those at the apex saw themselves as New Rome, carving Latin injokes across the facades of public buildings.

This is the Cocking Column - at Cocking, a village on the South Downs

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You and me both. Oh, I live in England, just not one of the posh bits. We had a good old 'Fuck you Mr Beeching' thread going on here a few weeks back. Give us back our branch lines, not this crap!

Also, this sucks.

Nice addition to the Britannia pigment collection - are you aware of the probable Tyrian purple found at Luguvalium? www.uncoveringromancarlisle.co.uk/blogs/tyrian...

It's easy to underestimate words compared with art because writing is a skill we all need to acquire at a basic level to function in this society -

- which is to say, Madam, you are damn good with words, and your work will stand comfortably alongside their art.

Come on then, who was it?

That looks very productive grassland with all that white clover, lol.

If you want physical books take physical books. It's a holiday and is meant to be about enjoying yourself.