I came across a humble little thing, demure and apologetic,

Looking as if it had grown out of the earth, ripping the turf away as the thatch evolved.

Hinged and pegged, with a warp and weft coat embracing the mortice and tenon.

Its ancient oaks self soothing amongst the modern pokes of a carpenters chisel.

The flicker of light drew me inside where I felt like Jonah inside the whale.

Transfixed amongst the bony cruck

lit me up inside..

much later..

In the twilight of a bombers moon…

I returned the favour

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