the passing of clouds

 

the kite-flier

 

british summertime

One minute it's sunshine, the next the sky turns black. The ever changing face of British summertime!

night skies

when the light dims

sharp needles

pierce

the clouds

a prairie of stinging nettles

that hold off

the falling sky 

until 

it shrouds

them

from view 

a walk into history

Yesterday we pass through Avebury in Wiltshire, en route to see two of their famous neighbouring neolithic structures. The first is Silbury Hill  and the second, West Kennet Long Barrow.

They are both staggeringly impressive and the work required to construct them must have been immense. 

The day is bright but cold, the wind chilling us to the bone as we climb the slope toward the Long Barrow. Silbury Hill begins to shrink in the landscape as we clamber up toward the burial site.  The sky is full of bleak scudding clouds.

At last the Long Barrow lies before us. We enter its burial chambers and are connected through the millenia to the very roots of British history.

balmy norfolk evening - no. 2