Walking with the past

Stepping into the Hoffman Kiln is a step into the unknown. Outside, in the brilliant blue cloudless sky we squinted at the brightness of it all. Then in a short pace we were thrown into a dark and mysterious place where ghosts walked.

We had visited  before but once again we were thrilled and a little frightened by its presence.

The eerily quiet air was cool and felt thick as we walked through. Damp walls and stalactites enhanced the atmosphere.

We stopped being human and disappeared into the dark only fleetingly appearing as a flash in the bands of light.

It was almost a relief to return to the sun and the sky and the flowers and the trees and to continue our walk.