drawing, writing, photos in response to what you can see/smell/hear/touch/taste
Long, winding country roads. A stench of sheep muck and cow pat.
Follow Whitcliffe lane until you see it.
A beautiful sunrise over the fields. The dark is ominous in this remote land, but the sunrise brings a suggestion of day.
I can't feel my hands. So cold. Gloves on.
Fences. Private land.
I ate a pear here.
It was just ripe enough. Did you know that pears ripen from the inside?
We can't go over it
we can't go under it
OH NO! WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH IT.
Birds and pheasants and squirrels and rabbits.
These things are my savior. Stiles and public bridleways.
More pottery finds! Must get these dated.
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