Walk On

There is a place you can go if you leave the road and make your way through a crumbling fence. Laying your soles on the lush grass you need to scale the hill. Make sure you wave at the cows as you pass but avoid stepping in their left behind reminders of a livestock's breakfast, lunch and dinner. Push through the Kissing Gate with care but step even more lightly into the graveyard. It's a nice place, and without the blankets of snow around its edges, all the more friendly, the tombstones laid back and sighing in the warmth of the sun. Pass the small church on your right and and head towards the local hall. If you look up, the trees are bending from Spring's weight and stretching out their thin green fingers to catch a ray or two from the sky. If you turn your gaze as you walk the hill drops away behind you and falls into the lap of a small valley. A village lies scattered across the opposite hill, like stones dropped from an ancient and gigantic hand. S.H.