The day the clocks go back brings a sense of disorientation. This is a story about how I overcame a cold and lethargy to go for a cycle ride, my destination the ruins of a church in Clophill, Bedfordshire. Old buildings evoke past lives, yet the church’s sad history includes vandalism and decline. Ultimately, cycling uplifts the narrator’s spirits, making the day worthwhile.
London and Dorset based photographer creating fine art landscape and still life prints for domestic and commercial premises