Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Hastings Beach 1974

Ignoring the arguments and the cigarette fug, I rub the condensation from the window. It won’t be long before white noise stops its sibilant assault on roof and windscreen.   … Continue reading

February 10, 2018 · Leave a comment

Bridgnorth (Impressionist)

The Funicular purring; It’s winding gear and bull heads grind, chasing the heady scent of lavender underhill   while warm rain blots spatter the rosemary and sweet pea plants in … Continue reading

September 14, 2016 · Leave a comment

“Summer”

Crisp air Less definite now those brittle breaths have passed for another year   summer air its humid mass presses down on limbs unwanted   no movement until autumn

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment