The Giddings

Award-winning poet and memoirist John Greening brings us on a pilgrimage to the site of a historical, seventeenth-century spiritual community. His narrator is contemplative, almost restless, in his encounter with the nature. ‘Walking there, he hears the trees addressing him;’ the oak, sycamore, sweet chestnut, and pine beckon him closer to the panorama of a steeple where one man – Nicholas Ferrar – and a chorus of psalm-children wait beside a pyre of books on fire.