Few poets produced more great poetry at an earlier age than John Keats.
This October-week there are lots of ancestors to remember.
A Bard used to be much more than a mere wordsmith.
Today 361 years ago our 11th (and 12th) great-grandmother Priscilla Akers, née Howlett died. A child of south-western England, she died in the New World.
Trees aren’t just still standing timber. Not even poplars.