Summer Fields

Summer Fields

My first and only walk from Withyham back to Crowborough on a balmy, early summer afternoon. Sometimes, on walks like this I feel in a different place to where I am. With no one around, my imagination escapes with me and I could be on the American praeries in another time. The UK stops feeling so small when you traverse it on foot.

Written by Chris Richards View all posts by this author →

Welsh artist, writer, and photographer. Music lover, cloud watcher, ebook hoarder.

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