10/08/22 An Evening walk:

The sky is soft and pastel pink below an endless blue, the evening hazy and warm. I tread the familiar dry track – stepping over parched stones and cracked, pale earth. The fields, leaves, thorns, flowers are illuminated in gold.

I am breath-taken by the beauty surrounding me – so quiet, so humble... and yet, so magnificent.

I gaze at a tangled web of crimson brambles, penetrated by beams of evening light and interspersed with delicate silver webs – in this moment it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.