It was Millie who made me come out for a walk in Radnor Wood and I can’t thank her enough.
The view back from the beginning of the walk.
Half a mile further on we had the first glimpse of the village of Clunton
nestling in its hollow.
The fields surrounding Clunton
from another half a mile further up the hill.
I should have taken heed of the sign right at the entrance into the wood.
“Danger” it said, and “Forestry Work"
But I didn’t, and this is what we found a couple of miles into the walk,
after a good climb. At first I followed Millie onwards
- she is that black speck towards the top left hand corner of the picture -
but when my walking shoes threatened to come off my feet in the clay,
I whistled for her, and we turned back down the hill.
Not that we regretted any of it,
and the final view before we set off for home
almost made my heart burst with pleasure and gratitude.