Monday 9 March 2015

Knowlton henge.

A Saturday.
The car boot is open, things being put inside the car
Coats, hats, gloves.
Sunny day
Blue sky

Cold.

We stop just once before arriving at the henge, a petrol station, coffee shop.

Then onwards
Into Dorset.








Parking space just on the side of the road, used condoms, assorted plastics surround the black bin-liner flaps in the wind.

The church is overwhelmed by the circle, A rectangle of sky framed by the tower...

To the yew trees, adorned with memories.

Almost home
Road deserted
Only 8 pm
Dark

We stop to buy a take away.

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