The Cotswolds

psychedelic drawings & a few words about dinosaurs, LSD & silence

The Pond where our trip began

For her birthday, I told Augusta I’d take her on a secret trip. All she knew was we’d be taking a train, not an airplane. I told her the weather would be autumnal, but not frigid. The rest was left up to adventure and imagination.

On the day of our departure, we took Line 5 a few stops to Gare du Nord, where I gave Augusta h…