2016 has been a challenge; no question about it. At this stage of the game, politics seems to darken every endeavour; with every appointment, every tweet, the dignity of the post of POTUS seems to be devalued. One wonders how low things will go.
And yet, some good news, albeit of a somewhat selfish nature: one of the poems from You've Got To Wait Till the Man You Trust Says Go was featured in The Spectator in August, and the pamphlet was reviewed in The Times Literary Supplement this week. Paul Batchelor writes 'Page achieves a compellingly dreamy sense of immediacy. She sends her long lines out with confidence...'
Enough to keep me going into 2017. I pick up my pen and begin to write: of climbing, homelessness, Brexit, the state of things.