walking and wondering

As day says it's slow goodbye as I cross the fields and hills of Shropshire immersed in a symphony of bleating tranquility. I welcome night coming in from the Welsh fields afar waving it's lazy hello.

This way or that?

Sometimes when you don't know what to do, instinct takes over and tells you to pack your bag and run. After months of restlessness, deliberation and angst, my reaction fled from fight and broke into flight. With one sturdy suitcase, one well loaded backpack, one lunchbox at the ready and one one-way aeroplane ticket I said goodbye once again to my lovely safe home and headed east over the sea to England.

Landing in Birmigham I followed a number of trains to Shropshire where my temporary new position is nestled between the Welsh hills and rolling sheep filled valleys. Here I work the land by day and sleep with the light of a thousand stars shining down by night. Too far from town or village there's little to fill the air here with light or noise unnatural. Sheep, bats, moths, spiders, rabbits, pheasants, foxes, ducks, cows and horses, these are the kings and queens of this rural world.

Post dated from 14 June