We glimpsed a golden city ...

A field like this had been my Africa - 

I'd walked through the tall grass with John Garside and his brothers - 

They'd been my tribe - 

We'd cut a path through nettles and brambles - 

Soothed our bare stinging legs with dock leaves - 

Glimpsed a golden city between the trees - 

Monday 26 July 2021

Binnegar 

Dorset