Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.

Lunar Module and the Call of the Sea (Part One)

I On Monday mornings at infant school, we did something called ‘News and Stories.’ These days it is known as ‘Show and Tell’ but ‘News and Stories’ had an additional … Continue reading

February 22, 2025 · Leave a comment

All this and Soft Play, too… (On Self Editing)

I’ve been asked to illustrate a point about ‘self-editing,’ in terms of agoraphobia. The answer is that I can’t. Not directly, anyway. The problem with agoraphobia, as I mention in … Continue reading

February 21, 2025 · Leave a comment

Nostalgia (Part Three)

vii The understanding of nostalgia has changed since the dark days of incarceration or forced interment into a concept that is enjoyed and has been commoditised and monetised. Where one’s … Continue reading

February 20, 2025 · Leave a comment

Nostalgia (Part Two)

iii My formative years were founded in the temporary – moving towns far too frequently to establish any kind of stability or peer group – and I find myself often … Continue reading

February 18, 2025 · Leave a comment

NOSTALGIA (Part One)

Nostalgia was originally ‘discovered’ as an often-debilitating condition by Johannes Hofer in 1688. (Hofer, 1934) He was a medical student and observed a depressed behaviour among Swiss Mercenaries working away … Continue reading

February 16, 2025 · Leave a comment

Dream Tyne – Travels Around The North East Coast (Part Two)

Ravenscar – A Brief History 1 It is the fifth century. The Roman Empire is in catastrophic decline and the last of the legions stationed at Peak Fort pack up … Continue reading

February 8, 2025 · Leave a comment

Dream Tyne – Travels Around the North East Coast (Part One)

Robin Hood’s Bay 1 I needed to get away. Somewhere quiet, isolated. I wanted to finish drafting my dissertation in a place with no distractions. The problem was that an … Continue reading

February 6, 2025 · Leave a comment

Ardnamurchan

i -1968 When I was four years old, we went on holiday with to the exotic sounding Ardnamurchan Point on the west coast of Scotland. I remember leaving home in the … Continue reading

January 29, 2025 · 2 Comments

Lullaby

November 3, 2021 · Leave a comment

On Visiting Alderley Edge in the Hope of Finding a Wizhard

I wanted to follow in their footsteps – inhaling the clean filth of leaf mould. Terror and adrenalin giving scent to the enemy; to be “relentlessly pursued by outlandish creatures.” … Continue reading

May 18, 2020 · Leave a comment