Another book. I think I may be documenting my good reads on my blog. High River by Colin Oliver (pub Downstream Press) is a slim volume of poetry. It resonates with me because it seems to be set in Suffolk, and much of the landscape feels familiar from some many years I spent walking the highways and byways and river paths around Bungay. The poems feel like rippling memories. They call me to a home that held me well for a while, and that once I loved. It is sweet to recognise my feelings, my being, my noticings, in someone else's words.