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REALITY
Late September is tucking up the sun on a gloriously warm autumn Warwickshire evening.
There's not a pylon to be seen, not a car to be heard, not an aircraft droning overhead to trouble the peace.
I stand on a sun-scorched towpath gripping my old Fuji camera! ..Click..
A single cottage nestles on a timeless hill. The twilight sky is soft and clear; the cloud non threatening. A gaggle of canada geese graze in the shade of osiers reflected in the mirroring water.
There's not a pylon to be seen, not a car to be heard, not an aircraft droning overhead to trouble the peace.
I stand on a sun-scorched towpath gripping my old Fuji camera! ..Click..
A single cottage nestles on a timeless hill. The twilight sky is soft and clear; the cloud non threatening. A gaggle of canada geese graze in the shade of osiers reflected in the mirroring water.
for Helen and John at Crick and Weedon