Oh, I absolutely think you need to ‘be’ in mental silence in such places, this is part of being a poet and a necessary part. And surely I don’t need to say how evocative this writing and the photo of the blueberries are as pieces in themselves, as well as possible bases for more formal or elaborate work sometime in the future.

To one for whom blueberries come only in small plastic punnets, the pail-full is a wonder, and the bog-full a quite mythical notion.