The new steps leading up to my front door where a porch is currently being built and the little shed, where my freezer and laundry facilities live, create an interesting frame for the view across the Fens from this angle in my garden. The telegraph pole is my only obstacle for miles allowing me to view the seasons as they play with the landscape.
This is where the sun sets, delivering endless drama night after night, from pink, candy cane stripes to the roaring flames of hell itself before tucking it's weary head beneath the crops.
