From Elswyth, my ongoing exploration of place, time, and the marks people leave behind.
The streets of Chepstow carry centuries beneath their surface – footsteps worn into stone, names set into brick, stories pressed into mortar. I’m drawn to how the ordinary becomes enduring here – how a single carved date can hold both presence and passing in the same breath.
Centuries of footsteps on the streets of Chepstow.
Words and images © Kate Coldrick – part of the Elswyth collection.
From Elswyth, a collection tracing the marks and meanings left in old stone.
At St Mary’s, Woolfardisworthy, the painted texts across the chancel arch feel both formal and familiar – words layered through centuries of faith and restoration. In this way, language itself becomes part of the architecture – faith rendered visible in paint, pigment, and the steady hand of a craftsman long gone.
We spent a very enjoyable morning admiring the writing on the wall at St Mary’s in Woolfardisworthy (the Woolfardisworthy in Mid Devon). The only script missing seemed to be “Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin” itself!
Words and images © Kate Coldrick – part of the Elswyth collection.
From Elswyth, a continuing study of the landscapes and relics that hold quiet histories.
In South Molton, the arch and stones frame a view that feels both threshold and memory – a reminder that every wall once marked intention, every field once held meaning. Such places whisper their stories through texture and time – the patience of stone outlasting our words.
Oh the stories they could tell.
Words and images © Kate Coldrick – part of the Elswyth collection.
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