We were drawing nearer now to more rugged landscapes, closer to the sky -
We had left behind us sheltered valleys, with their gentle fields and rich earth -
Windswept crags overlooked empty moorland - terns hunted for fish in icy lakes -
Our path along the Wall took us to Sewingshields Farm, past the ruins of Coesike Turret -
The farm was almost hidden by a dark wood - torn tapestries of moss covered the slate roof -
I thought of Cold Comfort Farm - perhaps, any moment, a trim aviatrix would step out into the sunlight -
12.00
9 July 2014
Sewingshields Farm
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