Our way led downwards towards the sea -
The narrow valley was sheltered from the wind -
Fallen leaves were memories of green summers -
Tree stumps were covered with bright pelts of moss -
Clusters of snowdrops marked the path -
Daffodils were coming into flower near the stream -
Victorian gardeners, now ghosts in corduroy, had tended this lost garden -
I looked out for them through the trees -
They might show themselves at any moment, whistling for their golden days -
10.43
Tuesday 14 February 2017
The abandoned aboretum
Ringstead
Dorset
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