I stood in the middle of this field and breathed in the space, the sky and the trees and knew that the earth is both within and without.
They’ve lived there for years under these expansive skies and have witnessed the beauty of many a sunset, sunrise and harvest. Now, as they gaze out to the horizon, time is short. Soon they too will be a memory. They once lived there, people will say.
Coming down from Bluebell Hill, on my way home. In the distance the first blinking lights of our village.