By Stephen Kingsnorth Ilkley Crags Far from south western sibling tors these stubby crags emerge from peat, amongst scrag season's heather, gorse; but mother loved these Yorkshire moors so different from her Exmoor stags. Yarn Dunster lass, strode tussocks, tufts, the billowed gale, church choir let loose to chant baht ‘at with ducks … Continue reading Rather British Poems
