West Kennet Long Barrow

Drawn by the extravagant breakdance being performed outside our sitting room window by the unidentified peach rose, clearly far more resilient than plastic greenhouses, I ventured outside into the wild, weirdly¬†warming, winds with my camera. The rose surged backwards and forwards, defying my efforts at focussing; those in their dedicated garden, where Summertime still hasContinue reading “West Kennet Long Barrow”