• Simon Howard


Updated: Mar 16, 2020

Was it someone using a saw in the wood? A shriek, a rasp, a yell? What was it? She looked at the trees. They were perfectly still, but still the sound travelled towards her. Into her. It hurt her ears. It was like a razor blade cutting away inside them. And yet there was something almost human about it. Agony. Sharp, coarse, dangerous to her health. And then she saw the tannoy strapped to a tree, and remembered where she was. The wood at Bayreuth, 1936. The Ring. The interval. She’d escaped the ranting in the foyer but never expected it here in the wood – Hitler screaming his hatred through the trees.


38 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

All photos used  on this website belong to Simon Howard, unless otherwise stated.

To explore more of his works, please visit his social media pages -


Walton Street Writers

©2019 Designed by Sayantani Mitra