Tagged River Cock

Talk Of A Battle

The gate cold and functional. Hard to sneak into this field unnoticed, scraping of metal and bang! It gets me every time. A muddy leaf strewn path through rain flattened grass. The chapel alone at the heart of the field, its walls grey like the day. Trees rustle, wood smoke drifts on the breeze from the old manor house hidden in the trees. Birds sing busy with autumn chores. A little routine develops throw the ball, take some notes, snap a photo, throw the ball. Cars and vans pass on the nearby country road. I notice the motorway two miles…