There was a bit of a gap between my last two posts, for good reason. Part of that reason is simply that I’ve been finding it difficult to write in general lately, hence why any posts have been a bit short, but also my nan died a couple of weeks ago and I decided that I wasn’t going to force myself to do anything. I mention that because it’s led to me looking through old newspaper clippings and bits of papers which my nannan (a common name for grandmothers in my area) collected.
Amongst those old bits of paper was a poem written by my grandad, who died before I was born. It was from a church newsletter which my nannan used to help publish. My grandad, Henry Robinson, was an ex-miner who spent the end of his life affected by medical issues caused by his past down the pit. Here’s the poem he wrote (my own recent poem can be found here):
The Palaeobabbler 