Penelope and I stood in the Great Hall under the gaze of angels -
A soot darkened fireplace held the memory of white winters -
Above our heads was the high roof -
Linen fold panelling covered the old stone -
Armorial windows let in the pale watery light -
In the gardens raindrops pearled delicate leaves -
Sculpted greenery lined the pathway to the house -
A stilled fountain remembered summer -
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Friday 8 September 2017
Lytes Cary
Somerset
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