JAMES WALSH is moved by a provocative and original take on the relationship between ecology and architecture, and a plea to work with, not against, the materials and minerals of our world
BURSTON School Strike Rally last Sunday was a different and special gig.
Hundreds of us packed onto a little village green near Diss in the wilds of Norfolk on a more or less sunny Sunday afternoon, commemorating and celebrating the brave stand of a community who set up their own school after local radical teachers were sacked by the squirearchy a century ago.
It’s an obvious fact that most of our political gatherings take place in towns and cities and, Tolpuddle apart, the countryside’s contribution to our radical history tends to get overlooked.
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party
The bard tours Finland and tampers with the cuisine
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years



