When I started writing this journal seventeen years ago I was obsessed with images that had a splash of red in them (and groups of three). Quite a bit of a splash here but within the spirit of my original brief. And a group of three.
This doorway is in the small town of Berkeley in Gloucestershire, notorious as the place were King Edward II was put to death in a particularly gruesome fashion in 1327, He is buried in Gloucester Cathedral although, if some historians are to be believed, the body is a substitute, no doubt some handy passing serf, and the king himself slipped away to France and had a merry old time.
Such is history, always good for a rewrite.
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