“If love can build a bridge”, asks Matt Harvey, the great poet of these pages, “can affection put up a shelf?” Campfire smouldering outside, we are sitting in the big tent at the Resurgence Summer Camp down near Malvern, and I can’t help but tilt my glass of cider in his direction. The next morning a group of us heads for the river Teme. We bathe in the cool eddies at a bend in the river, sunshine stippled by the willow leaves above.
“Dragonflies,” I say, to no one really. “Damselflies, you mean?” says someone else in the river. “Yes,” I say. “Exactly.” And on the train back, ...
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