Monday, 29 April 2013

Call it ointment on the soul

We have been too busy. So this, I have to do. Grimes Graves, Norfolk. One of my most treasured places. Like heaven on earth!

Yes, it is an odd reaction, considering local folklore tells this is where the devil dances.


I make for one of the abandoned pits, lay down over the sheep shit, stare up at the sky, and listen to the skylarks. I watch them rise, soar, and fall, performance artists of the air, like they're bursting with helium before they plummet as rocks, and making me wish that I had feathers and might, for once, join in.

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