Come hail, rain or shine, every day for the last five years Paul
Summers has taken a ritual walk along the rocky shore at the mouth of the River
Tyne. For Summers, Freestone Point is a place of meditation and contemplation, observation,
observance, celebration and grief. It is also the source of all the poems in his
new collection, a space in which the imaginary and the documentary, the private
and the political, the living and the dead can be seen, and rage, love, hope and
despair heard above the hysterical gossip of the insatiable gulls.