Who’d have thought a humble phone call might be so significant? That literacy, language and poetry might be key to underpinning our common humanity? Every English teacher and lecturer should shout it from the rooftops.
The views are exquisite. Every architect, town planner, developer should climb the tower at Ludlow and absorb the view into memory.
The room was originally used by the church deacons and then became a library. It has patterned floral decoration on the walls.
Whilst I walk along High Street, the buildings are tinted with a golden hue. As the sky softens, I can sense the day turning in on itself, the light tempered, beaten and bossed into thinness. This golden hour is turning blue.
Welcome! I’m an architectural photographer and writer. On my van-life travels through the British Isles I’m building up a word and photo-hoard of material culture that celebrates the value and distinctiveness of our built heritage and contributes to a sense of place.My van is my time-machine, it