My AA2A project is being conjured from the ether. I took the train from Matlock to Derby today to work in the university library.
Now I know where author Alison Uttley was born I'm beginning to understand the lay of the land and where to look for a fleeting glimpse of the farmhouse rooftop from the train. I've read Our Village, Alison Uttley's Cromford and Country Hoard (bought in Scarthin Books) and the farm landscape is enlivened by her writing.
Today I took this photo and enjoy the blur, centred is the farmhouse, hunkered down, grounded, immovable.
