A Sunday Morning Walk

 on a sunny late August day,

the landscape is as pretty as ever,

The Shropshire  Way beckons me to come and explore the old familiar path

along the brook,

 

crossing stiles and bridges, walking through fields,

through the winding kissing gate,

past the clump of wild thistle in the hedgerow glowing unearthly in late summer sun,

and out into the open,

with a view of the gentle slopes of

Radnor Wood in the distance.

It was a beautiful walk, ( in spite of getting a blister on the heel of my left foot,
because I was wearing Beloved's wellies instead of mine)

except that my four-legged friend and best companion was not by my side to share the pleasure.