A Salopian exile writes her way out of a dark and dingy sandstone cave … and ends up composing her best poems – accompanied by a pot of tea and a motley collection of portraits – whilst hogging a large table to herself, in a Prado Lounge Café.
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered. View all posts by The Silly-Savvy Salopian