Bonfire smoke ghosts play at the end of garden where it meets the wood. Strings of bryony berries – you remember Nan telling you they were called the Devil’s cherries – loop from trees. Winter is walking down the lane. London now seems a more impossible idea than sleeping gods.
Bonfire smoke ghosts play at the end of garden where it meets the wood. Strings of bryony berries – you remember Nan telling you they were called the Devil's cherries – loop from trees. Winter is walking down the lane. London now seems a more impossible idea than sleeping gods.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 11, 2021