Thirteen ways to see a rose. Just for fun: a storyboard and voiceover script.
The evening sun was yawing down the Ridgeway as we approached Wayland’s Smithy. It was the shortest day of the year and we’d walked 66 miles to be here.
With 33 million sheep, it can’t be that hard to find a 100% British grown and made jumper. Or can it?
History is revealed by crumbling brick courses and corrugated iron poking from willowherb-strewn rubble.
Every thorn is picked out, every drupelet of blackberry shines. In Scotland the ‘blessed bramble’ had amazing healing properties.
Come September, my yearning for a Keatsian beaker full of the warm south was growing stronger, and the prospect was getting closer.
The man takes a step back, and looks again at the girls amid the flowers.
The lights have gone on, and off, continuously, at Bell Rock Lighthouse for over 200 years.
Three generations are looking out across the fields and woods. My father pulls on his cup of tea. His eyes are on the horizon, where the saddle between two distinctive hills frames the view.