A very difficult day. No particular reason, but… emotional.
This afternoon, Himself decided to take me to a part of the hill that I’d never been before: a wooded area that he’d discovered during the snow last year. So down some streets, through some gaps in walls (a public footpath, fear not) and past a field of entirely unbothered horses, we found ourselves here.
Overgrown paths leading through birch trees and holly bushes, with only the occasional way-marker stone to show others had been here. We got as far as we could, but may have to return another day with either a walking stick or knife to move fallen branches.
Just us, the dogs and the birds. Spring breezes and new growth. With more to explore further down the paths.
The road goes ever on and on, indeed.