Every year we treat ourselves to a visit to the lavender fields. It’s like a pilgrimage we make. To stand and gaze upon them is such a satisfying and pleasurable experience. Purple is a strong colour and I find that if you look at the field long enough, it’s as if everything around you takes on a purple hue. The image I took here shows one of the numerous fields. It was a good day.
The melodious sound of birdsong filled the air, but another sound gently joined the chorus – the soft rasping of Bulrush leaves locked in playful duels with one another.
This is the Peace garden at The Friars, an ancient Carmelite Priory in Aylesford, Kent. I have often sat in this garden and left through those doors with a perspective far different from the one I came in with. For me, it’s one of those special places we all have, where we find balance, sanity and direction.
