On the way out to the motorway yesterday I stopped off at the village where I grew up to take these photos. As kids, Boozer Pit and Sandy Hole always used to intrigue us. On the way over to Taunton there is also Folly Drove, which I really like because I love Follies as buildings. I also play this little game with myself where I build sentences around it, like Folly drove…me round the bend, or Folly drove…a rather battered 1968 Ford Cortina…Folly drove to London to see the Queen…
But I wouldn't have thought to photograph them if it weren't for a man called Dominic Greyer. Tomorrow I'll show you what I mean.
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