Author: Elizabeth

Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

The Colour of Memory

This blog piece is quite late as I had two days out of action with some virus or other, so a lot of garden jobs and dye jobs did not get done. But it did give me some quiet time to think more about the next random writing projects. Several conversations about the past have…
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August 18, 2018 0

Summer Reading

The good thing about having finished a book is that you can feel free to read what you like, and this summer it has been a very random selection – cookery books, books about trees, a lot of short stories, this historical adventure – the first of a trilogy and almost everything else that has…
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August 9, 2018 0

Natural Callander, Pamphlet Poetry and the Poetry Path

I’ve had a busy week! On Thursday, I was at Natural Callander, an event in the Callander Summerfest, reading poems on the theme of the natural world alongside my friends Sally Evans, Charlie Gracie, and Helen McLaren, and with additional poems from George Colkitto, Finola Scott, Ann Murray and people who had attended a workshop…
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July 31, 2018 0

A Welsh Herb Garden

At Ty Mawr, there is a herb garden, filled with herbs that would have been in common use in the local area in the sixteenth century. It was designed with the same loving care as the one at Kilmartin, which I visited and wrote about last year, but the dry weather left it looking a…
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July 25, 2018 0

A Visit to Wales

This is the reason we went to Wales – the narrow gauge railways. This one is the Tallyllyn woodland trail, a very pleasant trip. We did two railways, three castles, two historic houses, and three waterfalls, including the Swallow Falls at Betws y Coed. We also visited Ty Mawr Wybrnant, a sixteenth century drovers’ inn,…
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July 19, 2018 0

The Territory of Summer

This is no longer the territory of rain – at least for now. There hasn’t been a summer like this since about August 1994 – which is when I wrote a journal post that became this: Sunlight hits a blow to the head, and the sky is molten, carved by the screaming flight of swifts…
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June 28, 2018 0

Away Days

Last week I read in Sheffield at the lovely Writers in the Bath, alongside a New England poet, David Troupes, whose website you can find here: http://www.buttercupfestival.com/. It was a good night, warm and friendly, and I heard more about the tree protests from Jennifer Hockey who was arrested during a dawn raid at one one…
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June 20, 2018 0

Summer Dyes

The Red, Yellow, Blue project is about collecting the colours of the territory of rain, and I have compiled a long list of plants found in the garden, or the roadsides, that I’d like to dye. This week it was this one: I am not making friends with this weed. For all the yards and…
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June 8, 2018 0

Birch catkins, dandelion nettle and rhubarb leaf

In the recent good weather (which seems to have deserted us today) I finally started dyeing again. Here are the pots I was running yesterday, with rhubarb leaf and birch catkinsI was moving on to cotton, which is notoriously more difficult than the wool I’d had so much fun with in the autumn. I cut…
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May 23, 2018 0

War Baby by A C Clarke

This is partly a memoir of a war-time and post-war childhood, a period which seems very remote now, even if you were alive then (which I only just was, having been born in 1954, early enough to have a ration card, but too late to remember it), and impossibly different in many ways from the…
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May 15, 2018 0