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.