Posted by: The Malt House | April 7, 2011

Breakfast Bowl



Tsunami time, eternal and unstoppable, rushes on. The night has been holding Shropshire in a chill and muted bowl of darkness. To the east, the sun rises slowly towards the rim. Suddenly light, colour and warmth spills in. The torrent tumbles over the land, shadows swept away, eddies of birdsong chorus and fill the silence.

And now the bowl is full, the morning air calms and steadies to leave the gift of another beautiful day.


  1. This is a beautiful picture. England is never really thought of for its beauty but its countryside has been the muse of many a great poet.

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