The Learned Pig

Art – Thinking – Nature – Writing

Author: David Atkinson

  • Connswater

    Connswater

      Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according to my father, King Billy watered his horses on his way to the Boyne;…