Sunday, January 12

the Malvern hills: fragments

a scattering of gorse blossom amongst the dull green: bright bursts of yellow

the meeting-point of warm smiles as we approach strangers

struggling to find breath as we rise up and up into the cold mist

the yellow and green luminous jackets on horses far below, moving across the fields

this sweet little dog, Lark, who bounds towards us and back towards us and back as she encourages us up the path