Walking with Penelope through the mist ...

I I felt as though we were walking, step by step, away from the warm world of colour - 

Leafless trees were made strange by the mist -

Chill water dripped from thorns - 

The path vanished into a white vagueness - 

Penelope put away our map - 

We walked on, past cattle in pale fields, glistening watchful shapes - 

We lost our way in The Valley of the Stones - 

The sarsens were like the scattered bones of a giant from before the Flood - 

Hardy's Monument was a dimly glimpsed tower touching heaven - 

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Tuesday 13 December 2016

Hardy's Monument 

Valley of the Stones

Little Bredy 

Dorset