this in time of change in all ...
The dynamic change in all we have and are in this special month ... culminating in a walk again to a resting place in land a cherished ...
The miles walked this month. The 21 mile walks over three days. The many shorter walks of a few miles, in a Cornish county. The walks not taken along areas, for some seasons in many. The coves, creeks, a wreck, the disused railway cuttings, platforms, hamlets, hills, forests, woods, ditches, bridges, marshes, meadows, bogs, the many beetles on those trails, not trekked with hubby in latter days.
I can once again, roam free, a picnic by still waters in a Kentish county. A picnic by a babbling river, at one with nature, not one person passed by whilst eating in a Cornish county. The birdsong for company, more recently yesterday.
Another walk today, just Mum and me reversing a walk taken on Fathers weekend. Again for a would be birthday, that two years ago was the first again to spend and make what was to be a last birthday cake for a Dad ...
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