Come on walk with me...
I'd like to share with you a diary entry I made at the summit of a recent walk in search of moss, warmth and the sound of wind.
A stillness, warm sun, not a single person here but me. Wind high up in the pines sounds like the sea. A robin sings above the ancient moss-covered stone wall that runs this ridge, and another robin replies from the top of a tree a little further along the wall as it slopes away. I’m at the summit next to the trig pillar. Small flies, midges perhaps, buzz around me in a haze of this surprisingly warm March sun as Buzzards cry above my head. Three of them enjoying the rip of wind coming from Wenlock Edge behind us.
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