A little island in the River Trent, surrounded by trees and home to ducks, geese, herons and a host of other wild creatures.
These days it is a protected and peaceful place. No signs of the turmoil of the Dark Ages, just the quacking of ducks. Had many a lovely walk here with my family, alone for research and to gather my thoughts and ideas. Sometimes I think I can hear Vikings shouting as they ride up the Trent. Then I give my head a wobble and we're back to ducks again.