Words & Photography Terry Hawes
Sometimes villages only exist down deep country lanes, away from main roads that full shy of a B road rating. Why is that I find myself standing in a field as the light of a long June day gradually disintegrates around me. A field where the corn crop is still green with innocence, divided only by the lines of a tractors wheel. And in that sky a fade is occurring, warm orange to mauve blue - a single white line of jet vapour appearing like a scratch on an almost perfect canvas. Yet in this field with its darkening oasis of moving textures many years ago burning flame and metal dominated this tranquility.
The village of Theberton lies north of Orfordness on the Britain with its coastline defined by the North Sea