![]() ![]() There is a standing stone in the centre of Black Meadow. There, silhouetted in the sunlight was the mother and four figures clad in her children’s torn Sunday best … The brambles started to grow in thick clumps on the pillars, long straight clumps at each side, two little clumps at the base and a round clump on the top. … and they danced now these Horsemen, they danced and danced wildly their faces joyous and their eyes bright and full of life … ![]() ![]() He thrust his arms above his head, screaming as they stretched and split into branches. His toes stretched, bursting out of his worn out shoes and dug themselves into the ground. It is said there is a man who looks as though he is made of rag and bone. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher.Ī CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Libraryįor Roger Mullins and all those others lost in the mists.Ĭan you tell me if or where I shall see my child again? The moral right of the author has been asserted Illustrations Copyright ©Nigel Wilson July 2013 First published in Great Britain in 2013 by Exiled Publishing, South Street Arts Centre, 21 South Street, Reading, RG1 4QU ![]()
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