Where does it go no one knows? A bit like life eh? Apart from I know that these beautiful steps lead to a pretty tree and a tiny Victorian, family dog graveyard (which always makes me well up).
If I had my way right now, I'd like to walk up the steps and find a pretty, late spring, wild flower meadow over looking a pretty stream. Someone would have thoughtfully installed a bench and set the weather back to Wednesday this week (wasn't Wednesday lovely?), left out a glass of gin and ginger beer and magically given me the ability not to sneeze at the sight of grass. Anyone else dreading hayfever season? I know some of you get it from the blossom so are already suffering *hands tissue*. As it is, I'm wearing wellies and on a short, wet walk with now very dirty Lionel and Jarvis and their beloved mud soaked tennis balls.
I'm stood here in the quiet, soaking in just one moment alone, be it wet and wild all around, all noise is in the distance. It is quiet now.
What would you ideally like to see up those steps this Sunday morning?