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Fimber is a village on the Yorkshire Wolds. It is a very small place with a few farms but plenty of history. The Victorian church sits on top of a Bronze age barrow which has Anglo-Saxon graves cut into the mound. The village is named after its pond, Fin mere, which is one of the very few natural bodies of water in the chalk Wolds. In my archaeologist’s imagination when the Wolds was grazed by huge straggling flocks of sheep and goats, this place would have been an oasis where animals and people gathered to drink from the pond, in a time before villages, boundaries, fields and private ownership of land.

Fimber Press exists in that same idealistic spirit as a gathering place, a vehicle for sharing stories. The press is a place for literature which crosses borders. It is literature which is both a common treasury for all in the 17th century spirit of Gerarrd Winstanley and in the vein of Aaron Bastani’s Fully Automated Luxury Communism, a design for the future against the backdrop of a fading welfare state.

It is a place for the mingling of flocks and people in the dreamland outside of Neo liberalism.

The first publication is Waiting for the Goats. A memoir about life and death in a Bulgarian village. By Christopher Fenton

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