It wouldn't be a visit to the country without me trying to add to my hay series and other favourites. I've got a shearing shed and an abandonded house coming up next but didn't find a new Royal Hotel.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
I'm watching Sense and Sensibility as I blog and I think this is the perfect "bucolic" scene. I'm sure you were sitting in the shade of a large tree, thinking deep thoughts about poetry, and making sure your long dress wasn't exposing your womanly ankles.
ReplyDeleteBucolic ... yes that's a good word for this scene.
ReplyDeleteI have just gone through the last few weeks of photographs on this site and they are fantastic. Really nice.
ReplyDeleteWhat is that mound in the foreground? I know what I think it is, but we can't just bury people at a place of our own choosing. Can we?
ReplyDeleteSean, thanks.
ReplyDeleteJulie, dunno what the mound is, not a grave. Actually you can bury people on private land but you have to get the approval of the council and there are a lot of rules and restrictions ... in the old days farms had their own burial plots.
Really? Still? Okay, I just thought that would have been ruled out by now.
ReplyDeleteI missed winding up in a cool and breeze space like this with tall trees around and delightful Hay Sheds on the field. Reminding me of how beautiful it is to find a peace of mind and serendipity in the middle of a green-living farm.
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