imaginary gardens

Did I think to take walking boots, something to eat, coffee, more than just a crude sketch map? Too long ago to remember … and now, it’s not the cry of the wind or a rattling window frame that haunts me, but those pale shapes in the mist.

The signs too faint to read; the parsonage a vague way behind, the ruined farmhouse an uncertain way ahead; the muddy track fringed with high, rough grass; the mist cold and wet, still hanging low … and then, at 13:04 on November 5th 2008 (f/4.8, 1/125, ISO 200), I find the path blocked:

woolgathering … indifferent sheep
 out on the moor

Explore: Paul Thompson’s Wuthering Heights website.