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Wild Swimming in a Dartmoor River
Evening in each Direction
Inheritance
Transient element of Morning
When hopes are dashed
If I could
From the Cliffs
When you reach your limit
When you reach your limit Hold on Breathe deep Can youListen to the stillnessWhen all around is loudStand firmThough your heart wantsTo runDiscern when in strife You see no reason?Breathe deepFocus And move on.
No such thing as bad weather
‘There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes’. A local saying and so true. Just back from a lovely walk across fields along a flat ridge. No view as such but the sun not far from view despite the rain intensifying by the minute. Shrouded whiteLike ships in full sailGalleons adriftTrees movingContinue reading “No such thing as bad weather”
