Thankfully it is not a long walk
To Richard Long’s A Line in Norfolk
Indeed it is right outside the front door
I stride out the eighty or so metres
Of Norfolk Carrstone, whose orange clay
Contrasts markedly with Mr Cholmondeley’s
Sparkling green, well-manicured lawn
I wonder if the turf might in fact be laid
On a foundation of such well-weighted stone
Eventually I call this sculpture Number One
And think this is how a drone camera
Might picture it from the sky
After striding its length I meander
To all four corners, to gain some distance
To see another light, to gather another perspective
I remember Richard’s grey slate stones
Laid out onto the top floor of a city centre gallery
And cannot help but think; this is a much better place
Further along I see Full Moon Circle
It is made of a similar material to the one I saw in Leeds
Which I now think rather suited its cosmopolitan surroundings
