I wrote this a couple of years ago, but as I passed this very place yesterday evening, it reminded me of what I had written.. and a little mystery. I still don’t know what is behind it, even more covered in ivy now… probably just someone’s garden, or a small yard maybe… but who knows…

Hidden in plain sight… how many times have I walked down this village street? Literally hundreds, if not thousands of times. I had noticed the other door in this wall a few feet further on, another door encrusted with ivy, a door I have never seen open… but somehow I didn’t realise there were two doors…my mind registered; door’ but failed to notice this other one. Maybe my mind just said ‘door in wall’, maybe the two doors are  close enough together that I blinked as I passed and thought thee was only one…

This could be the setting for a children’s mystery story, the door that is sometimes there but sometimes isn’t, the door that is never open, and then one day it is… the door that if you squint through the gaps between the warped plans of it you can only see a stone wall… a door that leads nowhere, except sometimes it does…

It’s a green door… and seeing my photo again reminds me of another green door…

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