Making ready for a still life with leaves cones and pods
from the grounds of Churchill’s Chartwell on a wet and windy day
with just a hint of sun jutting from the clouds
passing the lake where he meditated watching the endless circles of his golden coy
listening to the sound of water falling on grey rocks feeding the feathery green foliage
seeing the studio where he mixed pigments ready to capture light and shade on canvas
before he walked by the wall he had built before the war when so much younger
maybe pausing briefly in the kitchen garden which then and now is still planted
and nurtured today.
Menu tonight Churchillian Veg Soup and Chartwell Baked Apples
This visit was on Thursday but making this page today has been a just a tiny distraction from the very bad and desperately sad world news.