‘I opened this book with high expectations. They have been admirably fulfilled.  Here we have a stand alone thriller about two lonely people who pursue a relationship of monthly weekends together in remote spots.  Suddenly one of these two fails to get to the rendezvous-vous and the other realises how very limited her knowledge of her  companion is . . . Gradually the reader pieces together some of the facts as an atmosphere of rising tension envelops everything. The intelligent way Jay, Lisa and others plan their actions is enjoyable and the suspense of the tale is palpable.’


Lockdown: Day 21. Forget-me-nots

Walking around our garden and seeing the spring flowers, a line from Gerard Manley Hopkins came into my head: ‘there lives the dearest freshness deep down things.’ I looked it up when I got inside and here it is, ‘God’s Grandeur.’ The flowers are, of course, forget-me-nots along with a single solitary celandine.


The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.


And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings


  1. Margot Kinberg
    April 13, 2020

    OH, that’s lovely, Christine, and so is the ‘photo. I love the way poetry can lift us up like that. Thanks for sharing – most welcome during this time…

    • Christine Poulson
      April 13, 2020

      It is always lovely to hear from you, Margot. I find I am turning to poetry more than usual in these difficult times. More are planned for the days ahead.

  2. tracybham
    April 13, 2020

    This may be a duplicate comment. I tried to comment and got some message about not being able to connect.

    The photo is lovely, Christine. I admit that I did not know what forget-me-not flowers looked like, after all this time. They are very appealing and would probably fit in well with our climate, except that drought is always threatening here. I will look into it.

    Today is day 29 of the “stay at home” restrictions here. I am feeling a bit better emotionally and mentally since we have gotten out in the yard (very small but very overgrown) and done some work, mostly weeding.

    • Christine Poulson
      April 13, 2020

      Both messages came through, Tracy. Good to hear from you. Forget-me-nots are common here. Maybe they do well in a damp climate? Glad you are managing to get outside. I think it makes a big difference.

  3. Moira@Clothes in Books
    May 17, 2020

    I’m a big fan of Gerard Manley Hopkins – his style so distinctive.
    I love the one that starts
    Margaret are you grieving over goldengrove unleaving..


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