Dave Herron

I distinctly remember sitting in the window seat reading Flight with Mountains from Fleur’s Selected Poems and being stunned. The poem was about, and dedicated to, my Uncle Dave. I’d never known Dave, he had been killed in an avalanche when I was young, but I’d grown up with tales of his adventures – he was my forever hero. With my grandmother and mother both dead I was keen to find out how Fleur knew my uncle so I wrote to her publisher who kindly passed on my message, and so we’ve corresponded…

Go to The Poets on the top tab, and click on Fleur Adcock to continue reading.

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