Words and photos by Ben Myers
May in Yorkshire brings relief. May is the lifting of the lingering grey veil; the speeded scudding of the clouds overhead. May is the buttercup, the nettle and the ragwort. May is wild grasses growing to the knee within a week and morning skies split with sunlight. May is ravens and herons and roe deer; May is the screaming of the fox up on the jagged sky-line. May is a time for wandering and looking and thinking and breathing. In May we do not talk of winter.
Ben’s new novel Beastings will be published in summer 2014.