Our favourite walk summer blockbuster

A hot Saturday filled with fretful neighbourhood noises

and the detritus of recent decorating work

prompted a late decision

to head off to our favourite walk.

It is a long drive, but the promise of skylark's song

instead of screaming children,

the honeyed scent of downland flowers

instead of barbeque fuel fumes, 

and a whispering wind,

instead of whining strimmers 

was promised.

But our favourite walk had a strange new story to tell.

As we approached,

a fine grey mist drifted across the view.

It thickened.

Muffled.

Stilled.

Chilled.

(We wished we'd brought jumpers.)

Leached.

Obliterated.

 Now look east.

Paragliders are hurling themselves into the blue.

Oblivious.

Follow them.

Better?

Look back.

Look up.

Watch the light show.

Look down.

Look North.

Eat here.

Wait for

the happy ending.