Place Writing Series
Friday 3 June
We take our daily walk. There’s a fine, misty drizzle in the air. We choose a different route up the deep-cut lane past the golf club. The lane bears a kind of history in its embankments which rise above our heads - layered with the mulch of constant passage over a few hundred years. There’s beech and birch, holly and hawthorn.
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