
The little girl twirled, and then wildly bounded past the boathouse, disturbing the castle's reflection crackling on the water that I was taking photographs of. She stopped for a moment and said the words, "walk away from your dreams." When the little girl and her family ahead of her disappeared from sight, possibly towards the daffodils, my mum asked me what the girl's words were that we had heard earlier. I told her, feeling a bit sad and definitely contemplative, as we walked away from
Scotney Castle.
The picture did not appear in my dreams though: Part of a tree in
Eynsford that ignored barbed wire to the extent of growing over it.
( Bigger Picture. )