The Sheds, Stanton Saint Bernard

The Sheds, Stanton Saint Bernard

22.10.2013, the sheds, Stanton Saint Bernard

22.10.2013, The Sheds, Stanton Saint Bernard

I am here again, this time equipped with enough time to embark on my own project…during a walk with my friend Kay around a muddy field in Wiltshire, surrounded by those typical Wiltshire hills, rolling on and on…we stumble across a second world war viewpoint. My temptation to walk in is instant, so is the fear of what might meet me on the other side. Intrigue pulls me in, fear pulls me away. Step by step I walk into the dark, disorientated, moments of chaos, sinking and rising stomach…moments later al is settling down in and around. Kay is telling me that this place was to watch out for german intruders coming along the canal, meters away from us. Waiting for german soldiers, waiting, waiting, looking out on the ready to shoot..

22.10.2013, pillbox, Stanton Saint Bernard

22.10.2013, pillbox, Stanton Saint Bernard

Nothing terrible is waiting for me here, closed walls all around me, walls blocking the entrance when I look around, slots let the light in and the reflection bounces jolly on water that has been collected below the slot. The outside looks bright, I am in the dark, feeling protected by this box of concrete and brick.

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