Shelling Peas with My Grandmother in the Gorgiolands

This highly accomplished debut collection explores what it means to belong, what it means to be on the margins. This is poetry written in praise of family and community and those qualities which make us human: love, language and, most of all, resilience.

In Shelling Peas with My Grandmother in the Gorgiolands Sarah Wimbush journeys through myth and memory with poetry rooted in Yorkshire. From fireside tales of Romany Gypsies and Travellers, through pit villages and the haunt of The Miners’ Strike, to the subliminal of the everyday - including poems about typists, pencil sharpeners and learning to drive in a Ford Capri.