A landscape of contradictions, a place where you can get lost in the “oddness” of the place.
With endless roads and skies you get sucked in, somehow you can’t leave it alone.
Some tyres on a steel post, maybe a Fenland game of hoop-la.
A lorry trailer never goes to waste in this landscape.
Droves lead to farms and isolated buildings.
The overpowering smell of harvested onions invades your senses.
Land reclaimed from it’s rightful owner in blackness dominates the landscape.
Water wants to reclaim it’s birthright.
A place of work, overlooked as an object of beauty.