Chesters ...

My gaze was drawn at once towards the carving of the boar - a woman with grey eyes heard my awed gasp - 

There it was, running for its life - I could smell its desperate breath - I felt the power of its anguished eye - 

I turned to see three nymphs, serene in their stone - their swift river still ran past the ruins of the fort - fierce warriors had sought grace at their shrine - 

I was at Chesters, warming myself in the small museum - my rucksack was full of homely things, a banana, a slice of fruit cake -

Outside, under a clearing sky, I wandered amongst the ruins - 

I stood inside the shell of the bath house, not far from the river - bright turf lapped the ancient stones - 

11.30

July 7 2014

Chesters