A corker today from Julian Dobson.
@juliandobson.bsky.social
Quaker country Utopia’s as real as wet wood fringed with lichen, squelched leaves along a narrow track, rough sheep grazing in drizzle. The memory chapels keep when the last caretaker locks up. It’s the loop that holds an iron gate in place, a view across uneven fields towards hillsides contoured with fog. It’s slow: an alder’s readiness to stand with sodden feet.
