Wind swept paths ...

Whenever we walked high above the moorland, following the Wall over the ancient land, I felt my spirits soar - I forgot my anxieties about my mum and dad, my vague terror of what lay ahead - 

I felt the wind against my face - I saw the path before me - I wondered if I'd seen this landscape in my dreams - 

Before long, surely, I would fly with my outstretched arms sprouting feathers - I would land in this sunlit wood - I would lie on the soft grass, hearing songs which would heal my heart - 

July 11 2014

Between Great Chesters and Walltown