Wendy Dishman has worked as a teacher for most of her adult life and has been a writer since childhood. Reading and writing are fundamental to who she is.
She recently moved to Winchester and is fascinated by the range of landscape and natural life on her new doorstep. Hampshire has its own voice, it speaks to Wendy and makes her happy.
We stopped at frozen points today
(in a London suburb less than salubrious).
I looked at the brambled bank to my left
and saw a fox. My first.
He was gorgeous, my fox ,
a Christmas card of colour.
my thrilled stare matched his early morning grin.
He’s still there when I close my eyes,
piercing the ordinary
and transforming a Thursday morning
into a gift.