Winter willows pen and ink the skyline in simple magnificence. How many times do we pass by and not see?
Here she is again. A favourite muse for the camera. We’ve been visiting her through the decade or so of our walks along the Deben. The setting is timeless; one of waders and gulls living off the ebb and flow of the tidal river….
“…and rook-delighting heavenThat seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,And thereupon imagination and heart were drivenSo wild that every casual thought of that and thisVanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season …”The Cold Heaven – W….