Runnymede meadow slumbered under a moody March sky this morning. This photo was taken towards the Commonwealth Air Forces Memorial which perches on the hill in the background. I love the rays of light streaming on to the grass, bright green with the first growth of spring.
As usual I was aware of a breath of ancient history, a melding of past, present and future as I passed alongside the sward of green, and gave nod of recognition towards the memorial to the signing of the Magna Carta and the J F Kennedy memorial.
I was on a mission to visit the art gallery which is housed in one of the Lutyens gatehouses at the Windsor end of the ancient watermeadow.
Gary Rogers, artist in residence and curator of the gallery, kindly allowed me to use one of his original paintings as the cover to ‘Random’, my first book of poetry ( some of the poems and the cover can be seen in the Poetry section of this blog). His work also inspired the poem ‘Tribal Lands’ which is included in the anthology. I was pleased that he liked the book when I showed it to him and overjoyed when he ordered copies to be sold at the gallery.
The call of water is always too strong for me to resist and so I perched for a while on a damp, windswept bench and watched the river slide lazily by. I whipped my camera out again to catch what looked to me like a grebe on the far bank, but succeeded only in snapping the mallard.
By strange luck the only car park that had been open was the one housing the small cafe, and so I warmed myself with a mug of Earl Grey tea before setting off home. As I left, I couldn’t resist one last photo of the darkening sky.