Waymarks ...

Waymarks guided us across hill tops brushed by clouds, through pine woods where dark birds slept - 

Penelope was our navigator, casting her eye over map and landscape, reading sky and tide - 

Our first steps were up a hillside, each step in the shade of summer leaf - 

Melrose Abbey lay below us, roofed with air, swifts flying through the nave like arrows from heaven - 

Our last steps were upon the Pilgrim's Path, our bare feet washed by the forgiving sea -

July 2 - 9 2015

St Cuthbert's Way