A stone cockerel, chunky rather than delicate, and apparently
wearing wellies, sits on a chimney pot not far from the garden wall. We almost miss him as we wander by.
Two tree stumps, carved into mushrooms, stand in leaf litter near the
water’s edge. One of the felled trees lies nearby. An art project
linked to conservation? Is this a habitat for insects with added humour for
humans?
The Old Hall, out on a limb at the waterside for the last forty
years – we can hardly believe it’s lived in, but there is a car – plans to
squat will have to be put on hold.
A stone woman stands in the back garden of a magnificent house.
The track beside the lake allows us to be peeping toms – it’s a cold day to
stand there in all your naked glory, even if you are made of stone.
Then the rain begins, and the red and white outsized umbrella
comes into its own – a splash of colour on a drear day.
humankind
shapes the landscape
and still it rainsThis is based on a recent walk .