'This is genuine poetry, in love with the beautiful surface of things and searching all the time for what lies below the surface. His feet may be on the ground, but his head is in the clouds; as he says in 'Hang Glider', 'it is our dicing solitary selves we grapple with up there.' He begins very definetely in Gloustershire: in Stancombe Park, Coaley Peak, Uley, with dead Ivor Gurney. But his imagination won't let him alone; like the kids who see a fair parked in a lay-by: 'we try to impress themwith a road's realitiesbut...the images leak through' - U.A. Fanthorpe.