It was a beautiful morning. I wanted to see if I could capture the magic.
I was almost swallowed by mist down by the river. You can see the pictures here.
I was looking up to the greensand slope of Linton Hill. The façade of Linton Hall was illuminated in the morning light.
I thought I might just take a walk up to the park estate, and commune with the trees.
Since reading Jinny Blom’s ‘The Thoughtful Gardener’ I have developed a thing for estate fencing. Look at the lovely curl of this gate handle:
You enter the parkland under the cover of trees. These branches guard the entrance.
The jagged angles are striking against the sky. They are conducting the clouds.
They seem dark and looming, but take a step forward, and suddenly there is illumination. The textures change. There is warmth.
Some trees defy gravity. Proof that big and heavy can have balletic grace.
There is a dip in the slope, smudged with mist.
The ground here is frosty, and the grass crunches as I make my way over the hummocks.
The sun is just lifting free of the horizon. I move towards the light.
The sun is cradled in the boughs of the tree.
And then, I think I get my photo.
The sky, the sun, the tree, the mist.
I stand for a moment, feeling the magic of it. And then I turn back. The sun is up.
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