An Old Gate

The grounds of Scotney castle in Kent

Nobody opens me any more. Nothing comes in and nothing goes out. I stand as still and straight as the two sentinels alongside me.

The Distance

The room small and tight; its contents so familiar they no longer speak. Outside, the distance waits with outstretched arms and enticing whispers. It’s hard to say goodbye.

Nature’s Spaces

I stood in the middle of this field and breathed in the space, the sky and the trees and knew that the earth is both within and without.