A Summer Sky Over Petworth
There is something slightly odd about follies.
They are built to look important, yet they serve no real purpose. Too grand to be a shelter. Too small to be a home.
Standing beneath a July sky at Petworth, it felt like a reminder that not everything has to justify itself. Some things exist simply because somebody wanted beauty in a particular corner of the landscape.
A place to stop. A place to look out. A place to think.
Nothing more than that.
And perhaps nothing less.















