Stretch of the imagination
Enlarging one’s imagination, forcing oneself to conceive of something beyond normal limits.
Stretches of gorse along the Breamish
Great ruffles, and rolling mounds of coconut gorse forming a vast yellow river all along the Breamish, stretching forwards and backwards for miles. And, like the end of a rainbow, I never seem to find Gorse End. I can only imagine what’s hidden upstream or downstream, or secreted among the golden, aureate splendour. Still, I’ll take just one more step…