The nice tudor-esque pottery lady who showed the children how to make clay oak leaves for their 'green man' told us to 'follow the path' - I took one look at it through the cool leaves and felt very happy to do so... we weren't sure if the little brick-hut was a kiln or a beehive (the kids thought hive as they saw something buzzing). I just loved its age and hand-made-feel.
I have been lost in so many of your photos tonight and nearly forgot to upload! Wonderful evening. Still more to get to tomorrow. I must have been truly wicked in a previous life to get no peace now but I'm grateful for the time I spend looking at your shots, and reading any kind comments you leave for me. Thank you so much for stopping by :)
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
Great shot, Phil! :) Love the architecture of the little building. I'm sure it's a kiln and not a beehive! I love the surroundings of where it sits. Your country has so much history to it! Job well done! :)