Taken at Lyme Park, Cheshire. We were walking and came across this old wall. Something about the layers of stone (history) and the sun on the brick that I liked. Aren’t the best memories, the lasting memories, burnt into the brain with sun? That wall will be there long after I’m gone. Will someone stand where I stood one day, the sun coming out for a moment and lighting the brick with the first hint of summer, and take a picture?