Seven Whistlers – Guest Blog by Sarah Deere-Jones

The haunting cry of the Curlew crept into my childish soul without my even noticing. My father kept a boat in Poole harbour, which involved hours of waiting around for his disinterested offspring. On cold winters days, I would sit in the car after primary school, while he scraped or painted or fought with wind-born […]

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