on 12 November 2009
This is a wholly original poem of love to the Cotswold farm where the author spent her wartime childhood, to the people who lived there, the horses and dogs they loved, and to every stone and hedge. Bingley has an incredibly vivid recall of the sights and sounds of her early life and they spring off the page as fresh as if they were only yesterday. In the end it is the sad story of a difficult marriage, with the author caught between her beloved parents, both of them brave and admirable in their different ways, but quite incompatible. Very original and quite unforgettable.