Winter in Winchester

“What he longs for instead, as he sits at the food-strewn table, is winter, winter itself. He wants the essentiality of winter, not this half-season grey selfsameness. He wants real winter where woods are sheathed in snow, trees emphatic with its white, their bareness shining and enhanced because of it, the ground underfoot snow-covered as... Continue Reading →

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Victober and October Reading Roundup

  I’m currently reading Victorian novels for one of my modules this semester, called ‘The Victorian Art of Murder’ which is examining the cultural fascination crime sparked during the Victorian period. It’s been really fascinating to see a lot of violent stereotypes be debunked, and how the rise of the press and access to new... Continue Reading →

Autumn in Winchester

“October’s a blink of the eye. The apples weighing down the tree a minute ago are gone and the tree’s leaves are yellow and thinning. A frost has snapped millions of trees all across the country into brightness. The ones that aren’t evergreen are a combination of beautiful and tawdry, red orange gold the leaves,... Continue Reading →

Favourite Poems

I have had a tricky relationship with poetry in the past, most especially when I’ve studied it. Whenever I had to examine poems I mostly experienced the same reaction that sure, some poems were nice to read and contemplate for a little while, but that’s where my thoughts stopped. My Experience Studying Poetry  Analysing poetry... Continue Reading →

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