This is a little diary of the things that took place on a trip back home to leafy Sussex over the Easter period past. It was great to have some peace time, to integrate everything that has been happening. Everything was very familiar, very comfortable.
Exploring boots, they were to get progressively muddier each time they were worn.
Open ground tugs at you through the brush.
Spaces with a lingering sense of the occult.
Spires point into the haze.
Tracing steps to the sea with an old friend.
We took photographs.
Walking with my brother.
Climbing to the top of the hill.