This photo was taken on a particularly breezy summer’s day in Stratford-Upon-Avon. It is one of my favourites as the wind through the trees gives the impression of brush strokes; you could almost think you were looking at a painting.
For the first time ever, I was unable to get Glastonbury tickets this year. I felt very sad about this for some months but, after seeing these pics in the Guardian today, needless to say, I’m feeling a little better!
That said, I’ve had my fair share of muddy ones; here’s a pic I took at the festival a few years ago. Mud or no mud, Glastonbury-goers always manage to make the best of it! For everyone partying in those famous Pilton fields over the next few days, rock on, my soggy ones! Rock on!
This is the sea. In these uneven walls
A wave lies prisoned. Far and far away
Outward to ocean, as the slow tide falls,
Her sisters through the capes that hold the bay
Dancing in lovely liberty recede.
Yet lovely in captivity she lies,
Filled with soft colours, where the wavering weed
Moves gently and discloses to our eyes
Blurred shining veins of rock and lucent shells
Under the light-shot water; and here repose
Small quiet fish and dimly glowing bells
Of sleeping sea-anemones that close
Their tender fronds and will not now awake
Till on these rocks the waves returning break