The season is on the turn. Watching the clouds drag their heels over windmill hill under a crow-scalded sky. There is something cathartic and affirming about walking unprotected in the rain. The coolness of a warm wind on wet skin, as if the sky has been sucking menthol pastilles.
Sunday 29 September 2019
Sunday 1 September 2019
Climbing haphazard-like to heaven: The Last Winding
After 139 years, on 19th May 2015 the turret clock of St Mary's Tysoe was wound for the last time by hand. This is a reflective record of that last winding using images and video taken at the time.
Words by Richard Goode (2019) Images by Donna and Richard Goode (2013 & 2015)
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