Just a little tour through the English back roads.

'was an English morning and I took up a walk on the old brick path. My trek would lead me to the ruins of Ambrose Gate with it's rubble of green moss covered stones all askew. I stooped to sit on the oldest of the stones, for I had passed by here before. I closed my eyes to hear the stone tell me of the life it once had. When it was the top most stone of the tower. When it could see for ever, see all around and be first to swallow the morning sun.  I knew that someday I would be beneath it all and this stone would be my voice to the present.

David Robinson