The vague sadness I'd felt earlier slipped away -
Alyson and Julia marched along, chanting Sinister dexter - they were like splendid girls in a story by Angela Brazil, I thought - soon they would save their school, or thwart some spies -
We passed through a corridor of oak trees - dark green leaves rustled above our heads - I walked there, in gentle shadow, upon the Wall -
For too brief a time, I was aware of the slow griefs of stone, the sound of centuries passing - I heard their thin whispers -
The trail took us upward, onto Cuddy's Crags and into bright sunshine -
Penny saw a sky lark - her wise gaze swept over the sky - we all heard the tender song -
July 9 2014
Cuddy's Crags
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