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
But our favourite walk had a strange new story to tell.
As we approached,
a fine grey mist drifted across the view.
(We wished we'd brought jumpers.)
Now look east.
Paragliders are hurling themselves into the blue.
Watch the light show.
the happy ending.
What a wonderful series of photos.ReplyDelete
Fabulous - I felt I was there...ReplyDelete
That was rather lovely, thank you!ReplyDelete
And might I recommend
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyy34u7B4Zc&feature=related as dessert....
That looks like a much better way to spend the day !ReplyDelete
Lovely that pubs such as these still exist , with film nights and folk singing as well as delicious sounding "foodie" food .
Beautiful photos and good on you for escaping the whirring strimmers.ReplyDelete
The soundtrack is so perfectly chosen for your series of pictures. Uplifting!ReplyDelete