Category: Hart of the Wud
Welcome to The Hart of the Wud, a phrase I’ve borrowed from Russell Hoban’s novel Riddley Walker. It’s a place in the wild forest, with all the resonances that entails.
What happens to Francis when he’s demoted to a rural posting? Wild Apples is a short story first published in Dark Mountain 14.
Four summers ago I nearly died. The pain in my gut got so intense that I was taken to A&E, where I lay on the waiting room floor for hours.