Annie Spratt

Country Lane, Cotswolds, England

Photography by lanw Stokes

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"I grew up on these 'mean streets'. They look peaceful, bucolic, even. But in the chill of a winter's afternoon, as the weak failing sun falls to its early rest, and there's no sound but the haunting echo of the rooks and crows, then these lanes come alive. You don't see much. But you feel things. You know they are there, watching, waiting. You know that fairies don't exist - but you also know, that if you should ever hear their music, you must not fall into step nor dance to it. You know that there are no such things as pixies, but you also know that you must always leave some crumb for them, as a tribute for crossing their land. Some pay no heed - city folk on holiday, ignorant of country ways - but then they get a flat tyre, or an oil leak. One way or another, the Old Land will have its revenge on those who do not tread lightly upon it. Salute the magpie. Touch the smooth-worn branch on the crossroads tree. And so you move on, turning up your collar against the wind, and scuttling home beneath dark arch of overhanging branches, hoping that your bones will not be added to those of the centuries."-Elliot Bulmer.

A flock of Leicester sheep make its way home in the English mist

blues & greens of island life

Country Lanes #2

Fallen leaves - Lazio, 2023

roads

Red berries next to the rural end of Anchorsholme Lane, Blackpool, for that festive touch. Merry Xmas, everybody!

6:28 PM EDT August 22, 2022:

Telekinesis - "Country Lane" From the album 12 Desperate Straight Lines (February 15, 2011)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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