village scenes

I went for a brief walk this morning and was struck by how eminently English** everything seemed.

First of all, although not actually raining, it was so dark and wintry that the streetlights were on despite the fact it was nearly 10am:

street lamp and winter tree

Set in a hillocky green graveyard, the little square-towered parish church originally dates to the eleventh century:
country churchyard, UK

More grey skies, strung with a giant web of electricity cables:
electricity cables against winter sky

The scarlet post box and yet more grey skies and bare trees::
red post box, UK
leafless tree

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I suppose I’m missing a picture of the village pub and the old stone school to make a complete set.
 
 
** In fact, though, it wasn’t England at all, it was Wales.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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