East House ...

The lane to East House led us uphill, away from Chesters - wild roses and ferns hid shy birds - we could hear their voices - it was early evening - 

Sheep grazed in fields enclosed by lichened dry stone walls -  

I slept that night in an attic room, under the roof of the Georgian House - I opened the skylight to look at the waxing moon - 

The next morning, we explored the walled garden - inside the glasshouse, there was an ancient vine - 

We walked upon lawns chilled by dew - shining greenery enfolded a glittering pond - 

Nymphs, I thought, might choose to dance here - 

9.30

July 8 2014

East House 

Lincoln Hill

Chollerford