On my own today ,I make cheese and pickle sandwiches and head off for Magpie Mine. The ghosts of the old  miners hang in the mid September breeze and I am filled with a sense of melancholy.The sky is a huge canopy of blue. Clouds drift along dappling the far Western horizon with sunlight. Silence apart from a handful of Rooks haggling over something unknown. I wander around for a while before heading home.



A Broken Consort “Crow Autumn”.