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IAM NOT GOOD at re­mem­ber­ing poetry, de­spite hav­ing spent years learn­ing many verses by rote at school. Sadly, only snip­pets come to mind when I want to im­press with my knowl­edge. One line is never far away at this time of year: the first line of Keats’ ‘To Au­tumn’. Those words – Sea­son of mists and mel­low fruit­ful­ness – never fail to evoke mem­o­ries of child­hood walks through crisp fallen leaves, of harvest fes­ti­vals with their bas­kets of fruit and veg­eta­bles, and of morn­ing chills re­quir­ing a coat to be worn again. It is amaz­ing how some words have the abil­ity to trans­port you to dif­fer­ent times and places. Of­ten these can be the most triv­ial of things. No one could say that hav­ing to wear a gabar­dine to school in­stead of a blazer is an im­por­tant me­mory, for ex­am­ple. But they can be much more im­por­tant, such as a fam­ily or even a na­tional event. Usu­ally, the po­ems that af­fect me most are ones that cap­ture the sea­sons and the coun­try­side. For me, Ed­ward Thomas’ ‘Aldel­strop’ has al­ways been one of the most pow­er­ful. Writ­ten in 1914, its beau­ti­ful im­agery of the Bri­tish coun­try­side seems al­most prophetic as it con­jures up the calm be­fore the storm that fol­lowed shortly af­ter­wards. We take great care at Land­Scape when we look for quo­ta­tions to en­hance our features. We hope you en­joy them and find one or two that bring back mem­o­ries for you too.

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