Open day today at this wonderfully preserved medieval longhouse above Poundsgate.
A still, grey day, rain threatening. Birdsong in the stillness and the click of a latch closing. Behind the latch six centuries of life and labour like a harvest sickle rise and fall, rise and fall. Small changes mark and mock the ambitions of the dead. They all rest in peace now.
A still, grey day, rain threatening. Birdsong in the stillness and the click of a latch closing. Behind the latch six centuries of life and labour like a harvest sickle rise and fall, rise and fall. Small changes mark and mock the ambitions of the dead. They all rest in peace now.
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