To the left and below is a collection of posters I found on a tiny path leading up from a beach in Cumbria. I guess the person who lived in the house alongside the path had placed them there. Continue reading Story Wall
I was walking along Grantham Canal. It was early December and there had been a thick frost overnight.
The sky was blue and cloudless, but the sun was too low to make much impression on the cold waters of the canal. In perpetual shadow under the overhanging trees, the surface had frozen to form a glittery layer of crazy-paving.