28 March 2026
All Hidden Wasteland.
Spring had arrived, yet the day was blustery and threatened icy rain or sleet. I needed to be outside, though, to walk off all the tensions and the heavy thoughts that had been accumulating. So I walked aimlessly, following the flow of the day and the river. For some reason, I took a small detour, perhaps pulled downwards by the incline of the valley. There was nothing in that direction, only the cordoned-off wasteland which looked so tantalising through the gaps in the fence. I did not expect it to be open. The gate, though, which was always tightly locked before, was swinging open in the sullen wind - the broken padlock on the floor.
And so, I found myself inside the perambulation.
Hidden Wasteland.
Photographs by Jen Dixon
Photographs by Jen Dixon