A spreading oak tree near Barkway – the green light of deciduous woodland on the way to Nuthampstead – a view of a giant straw-stack in the fields – and October sunshine filtering through leaves in a hedge
Pleasure lies in being, not in becoming
St Thomas Aquinas
– and a home-made shed made with massive oak beams from the tree, nearby now a majestic ruin –
and a view of Strethall Church through the trees from the footpath near Littlebury Green – it has one of the oldest Saxon chancel arches in Cambridgeshire
– and a 16th century stained glass angel from the church in Barkway
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly
Richard Bach
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