The Punch House

By an uneven grid of grey cobblestones, retaining the slow steps of the afternoon, there is a rippling, ancient roof of leaves, casting shifting shadows on the old and new.

There stands The Punch House, a weathered face of brick.

In its gaze life makes a beat. Friends stand to chat, while others finds a bench, to simply sit, and let the town’s quiet rhythm play.

Original available for purchase:

100 x 50 CM oil on stretched canvas. £345