The paths and byways I was walking when I wrote this are now under threat of development as the local council is putting forward a long term local development plan which would see 800 homes being built here. I am gutted…
It seems ‘we’ do not know when to stop.
Originally written on 30th June 2015
It’s been a hot summer day. As we walk down a tree-lined path, you can ‘smell’ the cooler air – thank goodness for trees and the welcome shade they provide.
The scent of honeysuckle is in the air as I look directly at the low sun through the trees – suddenly you can see all the insects flitting around.
Around me, I see wild rose, foxglove, horsetail, nettle, holly, hawthorn, hazel and purple clover. The hedges and edge are bursting with growth.
A blackthorn arches over the path as if marking out a transcendental gateway. I wonder where my mind would take me if I mentally stepped through it?
I see the elderflowers are coming to the end of their season, but I can still bathe my nose in that special sweet yet dry scent.
I walk past a low hanging willow and look up…
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Hawthorn Rising 