Little wonders

I am very lucky that my favourite place in the entire world lies only a few hundred metres from my front door. I have no real claim to this place other than my love for it, which I know is greater than any other might have, and the walks I take there are not to strengthen my body, but to bolster my soul.

It is a place full of ghosts; items left behind from lives that have moved on.

Rasp

It is a world of possibilities; I have never opened this door, but I know that something wondrous lies beneath.

Door

It is a home to wild things, great and small.

Turkey tracks

The sun shines brighter there.

Myself, in the sunshine

It is my sanctuary.