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| The home page of Gareth Page - failed poet musician and mystic | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A bit about Gareth Page… I was born in Barrow-in-Furness, a town moulded by the landscape in which it was set: just as my formative life was shaped by the different rocks beneath grass made green by precipitation from moist air currents that had crossed the Irish Sea, rising and cooling as they met the Cumbrian Fells... To the west of the Furness peninsula is a rich, coarse red sandstone, best demonstrated in the weathered ruins of Furness Abbey. To the east is carboniferous limestone, poking through the soil like the bones of a prehistoric giant - the limestone pavement of Bolton Heads. And over the rocks lies glacial alluvium. Drumlins. The classic drumlin is Abbot's Wood Hill, standing at 93m above sea level, crowned with a small plantation of deciduous trees - The Wood. The street where I lived from 1970 until I left for the sheltered adulthood of University, was populated by about fifteen children all within four years of my own age. We were the Infield Park Gang. A subgroup of us used to roam the Furness countryside in search of crags and hills to explore and climb. Abbot's Wood Hill was at the centre... | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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