‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks,

and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day

will shine upon the keyhole.’


For a few days in February, the Sun’s angle is such

that it lights up Horesetail Falls, Yosemite, like fire.


Why does it not surprise me that nature

is better at ‘interpreting’ Tolkien’s work

(The Hobbit particularly

– I’ve a little more time for the LotR films)

than Mr Jackson?



Bob Rounkle

Makes me homesick.