A rush of air sucks breathFrom the lungsThe stride shortens Head lowers I dig deepPeppered by bullets Of shrapnel as hailStings the faceAnd skimsThe tops of the hedgesAnd turn intoThe sunken lane Where primroses hide Like Porcelain tea cupsOn rattling shelvesAnd acid celandineStands askewWith bent petals Made ragged by last night’s Storm Not yet spentVioletsContinue reading “Squally March Afternoon”
Perfect evening, still and warm. Beautiful views . Made even better by smashing 8 mins off my PB over 8km.
Grant us a quiet night and a perfect end. Compline Service The Church of England Quietest of evenings for 7km at dusk. Not a car, person,animal or bird . Whispering hedgerows.
You know there’s only one way and that’s up when you see the land slip on this field.