Taken amongst the ruins of a Napoleonic Fort, Berry Head. Devon. This ruin is now home to conservation. Where there was once pain and suffering, is now replaced by butterflies dancing amongst the wild flowers.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. - JRR Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)