Thicket's Ember Ground solid drift loose across a deep

drift loose across a deep rust ground

lifted just enough that a gap of shadow runs beneath it

The surface the Noctren sits on receives almost nothing

Whispers of the Mediterranean

The turf maze at Hilton in Cambridgeshire dates back centuries

Thicket's Ember Ground solid drift loose across a deepThere is an hour in late autumn when bracken turns the colour of an ember just before it dies down, rust losing its brightness, deepening instead into something closer to coal. Here, that hour holds the floor: scattered black marks, like sprigs caught mid growth, drift loose across a deep rust ground, never settling into rows, never quite repeating. Hand tufted by the weavers of Jodhpur, the wool holds its colour close to the pile, so the rust reads