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The interior of the church is full of atmosphere and holds the whispers of the past in its orientation, its archaeology and in the graffiti on its walls.
The interior of the church is full of atmosphere and holds the whispers of the past in its orientation, its archaeology and in the graffiti on its walls.
I stand and wait and watch and, as the air is captured within the beams of sunlight, I start to see faces forming and dissipating in the haze.
The medieval inhabitants of Ashwell chose to leave their mark in the material fabric of St. Mary's church.
Could the essence of a place hold a palpable memory of the past through the process of quantum entanglement?
Bosham is a place that perfectly matches the title of this digest. Beyond its organic beauty there is a palpable atmosphere that consists of aftershocks to historic events from the past.
For me, more than any diamond-encrusted piece of jewellery, I find myself captivated by the visceral beauty of a lichen-encrusted churchyard.
This little place that looks like a house stands as a marker in Britain’s incremental movement towards toleration.
Here in Brixworth in front of this humble dry stone wall everything is alive: the stone, the moss and even the boundary that it betrays. It's all so bloody beautiful.
I'm struck by the streetscape and in particular its permeability - the absorbent nature of the openings that arise in the buildings that line the streets. People walk along the street and then, in an instant, disappear.
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