When You Call I Shall Come film – one year on

It is nearly a year since I filmed the footage of the Spring Bore at the start of the covid19 pandemic. There were no surfers, few other viewers. Just me and the Severn. It was very poignant, a privilege. Next week I shall film again, haunted by the memory of that unique moment in time.Continue reading “When You Call I Shall Come film – one year on”

free-writing from May 2018 about the Severn Bore

  Arrival Standing, I take one panning video of the river, left to right Then sit at eye level with brambles, restricting my view Like being in a cheap seat At the theatre Listening Sounds of the Severn, small dancing waves Running, apparently  towards the sea But not for long Pigeons coo, sparrows twitter theirContinue reading “free-writing from May 2018 about the Severn Bore”

The Severn Bore on Christmas Day, Rudolph, Santa and Brexit too!

On the morning of Christmas Eve, she wandered down to the bank of the Severn to watch the bore as it formed on the bend between Awre and Arlingham. A fire was burning in the centre of the river, nearby a row of surfers stood to attention, clasping their boards, like herons waiting for theirContinue reading “The Severn Bore on Christmas Day, Rudolph, Santa and Brexit too!”