Writer’s Block

A picture for those times when it’s a struggle to write anything at all:

A walk in the Wirral, near Parkgate, on one of those days when the sky is as beautiful as the landscape.

And a captured memory, because those are the ones that open up the block and create a safe haven to unlock the ideas.

Cloud formations like moments in the head, like the sense of an imagined landscape, long before it all.

Butterflies in the long grass, and a scent of buttercups and daisies. Remember childhood, and the days that stretched like timeless and endless moments imprinted now like something we thought we had forgotten long ago…