This morning I heard a wood pigeon and I was in Milking Neuk again. It was the sound of summer and I was transported back; humid and green, my cuckoo-spit camp under the rhubarb leaves.
I was brought up in Milking Neuk, which combined the best of Northumberland and The Fens. There were hills with cup-marked stones and Roman forts, and levees and stands of poplar.
The pub, the Ruddy Duck was ancient and the abbey was built in 674AD by St. Guthlac.
I moved to North Derbyshire and through 2011 and 2012, started sorting through the cache of Kate W. Aimson's Fleams papers.
The rest is history, as they say.
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