an abstraction - the night-tripper

dusk falls

silent

on the dying field

filling it with blackness

only the abstract of weed

is lit up

sharp against the glooming horizon

as the night-tripper 

dances

clumber park

It's half-term week and we're off to Clumber Park with our eldest daughter and our three grandchildren.

Inside, there's a huge display of exotically coloured and bizarrely shaped pumpkin to admire in the extensive glass-houses. Outside the grounds bask in warm autumnal sun.