horse & hounds, at the top end of grovelye lane

the past is another country, they do things differently there

sussex violet

a month ago in la centenera in guadalajara, i met an old man with a cheeky grin, who walked in to a bar on a saturday afternoon chewing the stalk of a violet

i experimented with this one this morning, but it didn't taste of much

war memorial at burwash

i shall have to go back and take another picture

there is a brass plate in a kind of recess behind a little door on the south face

more names are remembered, including two brothers, lamplighters in the village for fifty years

 

in burwash, a very posh new window ...

designed by meg lawrence of kington, radnorshire

... on the north side at burwash church ...

 

... but who was C.S.W, d.1997 ?

"move him in to the sun ... "

much later, kipling wrote these few lines ...

A SON

My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew

What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.

no more cycling in the dark !

a glimmer of daylight over the river

i had to rest the camera on top of a lifebelt stand, it was the only flat surface around but of course it was tilted