england in autumn

 

After several days of unrelenting rain the sun arrives unexpectedly. The sky lifts clear of the clouds and starts to deepen, an eerie blue light chasing across the tops of the trees.

Oh to be in England in Autumn!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hedgerow walk

 

thoughts in a forest

 

earthed

in a forest

of dead ferns

and mud

branches

drag

the sky

across

the moss-faced

wood

which

blankets

this ancient palace 

 

 

views in the mist

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.