Bedfordshire

These stairs are as narrow and steep as they look; more narrow and steep than I remember. I wonder how many times I have climbed them? Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire.

Again, I have spent almost all day asleep, oriented only by Kaspar's feeding/cuddling/attack routine. Drifting between worlds, between houses, between homes, between eras. How many times? How many feet? The stairs are well-worn, they never looked so pretty. It took an artist to do that.