Labyrinth

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow -
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Polperro...

And onwards...

A sign tried to point me in the right direction...



But I ended up lost in the labyrinth, as usual...



The waves broke on a lonely, stony shore...

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Where does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

(Words by AA Milne. Photos by The Solitary Walker.)