Passageways and gates

An iron gate to two old thatched cottages. (There's a small stream that runs just behind the wall.)

Wooden churchyard gate, at the end of the path leading to the village Cross Tree.

A narrow passageway through the Drang (an old Devon word for "alley")

A glimpse through an iron gate in the Drang, looking into a cobbled courtyard.

A friend's green iron gate on New Street, with poppies.

The old wooden gate to our house, Bumblehill (and our crooked little U.S. postbox).

"The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson