Down winding lanes, beneath the dark branches overhead where black rooks crowd and caw, their eerie voices echoing through the air . . . we walk. Gold light filters down through the blackened branches . . . the sun peering down at us through a cloud streaked pale blue sky . . .
We pass the lynchgate of a church and meet a bridge. Lovely is the old grey bridge that takes the burden of this road. It's rhythmic arches flow gently, bearing their load with the grace that a thousand years has lent to it . . . Across the way anglers stand in deep recesses, rods in hand . . . patiently waiting for that first tug on the line. Silent figures in a scene of undisturbed beauty . . .
Every stone of span and pier has been touched with a mellowed beauty. Lords and ladies, ploughmen and peddlars, Roundheads, Kings and Cavaliers . . . which feet have touched these hallowed stones. Could all have crossed this ancient bridge upon the road of history? Could they have stood where I now watch the river going down to meet the sea? I am filled with the awesomeness of a history I may never know . . . but feel in my bones.
We linger for a moment drinking it in, pondering it's significance and then we continue on slipping down the hill. Past small cottages, with corners snug and neat. Through a gateway into fields, now beginning to stripe with the green of growing wheat . . . and still others turning golden from the rapeseed which grows line upon line upon line . . .
We pause . . . poised against the wind . . . watching the Welsh hills growing grey with rain. Tis time to turn back . . . along the dark edges of the woodland, up the road . . . and home again. Home sweet home . . .
- Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
- Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;
- A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
- Which seek thro' the world, is ne'er met elsewhere.
- Home! Home!
- Sweet, sweet home!
- There's no place like home
- There's no place like home!
- ~John Howard Payne
Pull up a chair . . . I'll put the kettle on.
Another bit of whimsey here this morning. Oh my mind does take some fantastic journies . . .
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.
........♥ღϠ₡ღ Sending Love To Everyone ღϠ₡ღ♥........
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . a delicious Cauliflower Chowder.
May your Wednesday be a wonderful one! Dang, this week is going past rather quickly!