I thought about why I did this. I wondered about its significance and mused on it for a while.
40 years ago, 40 miles almost exactly due south from where I am now, I was born in a Royal Air Force hospital. The hospital as it stands now, is a ruin. Ravaged by neglect, misuse and abuse (you can find out more about this building here).
|RAF Nocton Hall by Ched Cheedles on flickr|
|RAF Nocton Hall Hospital by Matt Smith on flickr|
|Vacant by Chris Hughes on flickr|
Coming back up the hill, to my new home full to the brim with gathered family from far north and south I listened to Laura Marling's 'Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)' and wondered if in the accumulated dark and the growing cold that had begun to nip at my nose and finger tips if indeed snow clouds were forming. The lyrics seemed personal and pertinent, working their magic on my restless demeanour.
Carefully and considerately after all our gathered guests and family had dispersed back to their own homes it did indeed begin to snow. It was a beautiful thing to behold. I bet even Nocton Hall looked good with its make over of white and frost!
|January 14, 2013|