As the sunsets, we reached the end of the road

A questioning look.

and into the vast bright world beyond…

Or Just a New Beginning ?

Relaxing during the Festival Day Against a glorious victorian garden theatre

The night continues raving on

Some kind of SuperBabies.

Love is not determined by materialistic goals.

A Sketchbook. Taken everywhere.

Mirror, Straw, tent. Can only be a festival.

At the station, we wait for ourselves to be taken away.

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Wormshead, at Rhossili, Wales      

Pockets of light filter through the canopy. The trees bleach out to bright beyond.

A lovely old timber door. With studs. Studs all over.