Starling flyover is poetry in motion

My father’s “party piece” was to recite the names of the rivers of Ireland and India (Remember this: Sheffield United never win at Chelsea, Letters, 22 February). At the age of 99, he would take a deep breath and begin: “Shannon, Bann, Lee, Blackwater, Liffey, Legge…”. We never did catch the rhythm of the Indian names.
Wendy Joslin
Trowbridge, Wiltshire

• Or the order of the North American Great Lakes remembered, thanks to my geography teacher, by “Stanley Matthews has easy opposition”. Oh dear, am I really that old?
Richard Daugherty
Swansea

• My mother, in her 80s, recalls that her uncle, a policeman in Highgate, north London, used to cycle in summer back to his family home in Wiltshire to help with the harvest (Letters, 19 February).
Mark Lewinski
Swaffham Prior, Cambridgeshire

• Mark Cocker’s description of the Shapwick starling murmuration was a poetic pleasure (Country diary, 20 February). I felt I was there to share this extraordinary experience.
Linda Ellingham
Rogate, West Sussex

• Excellent cartoon from Steve Bell but Boris Johnson and Mrs May on a Möbius strip must mean they’re on the same side (Journal, 22 February).
Chris Baker
Willington, Derbyshire

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