There is a peculiar weight to a landscape that refuses to be merely seen. Cumbria, with its ancient fells and brooding lakes, holds such a weight. It is a place that insists on being felt, walked, breathed, and, in my current work, written. For the past months, my focus has been entirely consumed by the slow, often arduous, process of shaping this particular corner of England into language, for a collection I'm calling 'Cumbria In Verse – Lakes To Fells In Poetry', due for pu