The story moves on. The seventies and early 80's were times of huge change, and the landscape bore the marks.

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A sense of ancient stories 4

Lost Motion Down dusty paths I wandered, the remains of antediluvian beastslost in the scrapyards that draw me like the rusty wrecks on thecanal towpath – abandoned and decayed. Motionless as…

Rambling through an abstract landscape