Exploring doubt
Rosalind Smith writes about a book on loss and belonging
The cover of a book does not usually influence me but I admit to being immediately moved by this one. It shows a photograph of a lowering, open sky and the hauntingly bleak, flat marshes of the north Norfolk coastline: wild, wet and wind-swept, beloved of artists, walkers, bird-watchers and others. A single rowing boat lies tilted on its side amongst the dark green vegetation and rivulets that flow towards the not far distant sea.
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