1 min readJun 15, 2020
I used to live on a Welsh mountain and they burnt the heather back every summer.
Your poem reminded me of sneaking sandwiches and bottles of juice from my mum’s kitchen and walking up the slopes to sit in the sun and daydream.
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Written by Alex Kilcannon
Writer, poet, outdoors instructor and Mother of Teenagers. I rewild kids for a living.
