Dr Tim Rideout

@drtimrideout.bsky.social

Father of daughters, health services leader, chair of school governors, academic Gothicist, literary interviewer, crime fiction lover, Doctor Who fan (he/him/his) https://www.precariousgothic.com

PARADOX by Jessie B Rittenhouse I went out to the woods to-day To hide away from you, From you a thousand miles away— But you came, too. And yet the old dull thought would stay, And all my heart benumb— If you were but a mile away You would not come.

Into My Heart an Air that Kills Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. A E Housman

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APRIL SUN AND SHOWERS I am in my childhood home’s kitchen editing an article for future publication. To the accompaniment of Radio 3 the sun shines, the rain gently falls, tea is drunk, and Sunday passes peacefully. My back garden needs work, but it will wait. Time enough to let nature roam.

GLASTONBURY by George Wingfield ‘Few would guess that a small market town in Somerset was once considered the holiest ground in England…’ An excellent beginner’s guide to the ‘numinous and magical power of Glastonbury, ancient Isle of Avalon.’ A place I am very proud to call my home.

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