Liam Daly.com
Sunrise at Gunthorpe
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It was the end of a night that I had walked maybe twenty miles; the night I slept up a tree but failed to sketch the Minster. Damp from the dew I watched the river mist on the Trent until the sun rose.
I remember the stillness of villages along the path, and then I left the path and it all became more still.
