The Roman road, memory like smoke ...

There - this is the Roman road said Penny -  

I could smell May blossom - we'd walked through deep woods - two girls, sitting high on deep chested horses, had passed us on the bridleway - a deer had gazed at me with a strange gentleness - 

The straight track ran before us between banks of cow parsley - trees cast dancing shade - 

Once Eagles had been carried here - 

The wind blew long memory against my face like smoke - 

13.00

Wednesday 20 2015

Corfe Millen

Dorset