Monday, 28 July 2014

Sewingshields Farm ...



We were drawing nearer now to more rugged landscapes, closer to the sky - 

We had left behind us sheltered valleys, with their gentle fields and rich earth - 

Windswept crags overlooked empty moorland - terns hunted for fish in icy lakes - 

Our path along the Wall took us to Sewingshields Farm, past the ruins of Coesike Turret - 

The farm was almost hidden by a dark wood - torn tapestries of moss covered the slate roof - 

I thought of Cold Comfort Farm - perhaps, any moment, a trim aviatrix would step out into the sunlight - 


12.00
9 July 2014

Sewingshields Farm




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