Where she came from was a place of kippers and chip butties, castles and cagoules and bluebells. Where she came to was a place of plum-sized cherries and whitebait, the sea shining like a wedding ring. And in between there are other places the poet has made her home. Shelter can be many things. It can be an apartment in Ahmedabad with people sleeping on the roof, an impression on a pillow, a tent of hibiscus. In words that are vivid and spare and spiked with wry humour, Kirsten Le Harivel explores connections and disconnections and the unexpected places we belong.