Sheep watched us pass -
Swollen clouds covered the sky -
Hail stung our faces -
Below us, the bright valley was a world we'd lost -
High on the fell, we saw the dark bones of farm houses -.
We heard histories in piles of lichened stone -
12.15
Saturday 15 June 2018
High Abbotside
Wensleydale
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