Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
~ Mending Wall, Robert Frost
Out walking today I came across this villa, of the sort I like – tall windows, interesting roof pitch, slightly jaded. A place filled with stories.
The original entrance gate, for those on foot at least, has been walled up. I thought this a shame. The road is busy, not many approach houses on foot any more. The door has had its day. But still I think it sad…
It stands proudly behind that wall though. Despite the slur. Despite its time having gone and being unlikely to ever return.
It is, I think, a particularly noble door.