Two hundred years ago a farm labourer watched surveyors draw lines across the common ground he loved. What he did next is the most useful thing I know about how to write a place. Here is the idea underneath everything below, and it turns out to be the whole reason I write any of this down. Nothing here is waiting for us. That is exactly what makes it worth the looking. Somerset In Verse — Exmoor To Levels In Poetry opens on that principle, in a poem whose title is deliberatel