We walked country lanes several times during our time in England and Wales. While it’s difficult to tell, this lane outside Wooler led up a relatively steep slope, which we looked back down after gaining the top of the slope . . . then led us up another steep hill.
Another walk outside Wooler led us not only along laneways, it occasionally led through gates to paths through fields and pastures. We were glad that no path led us through the gate and into this field.
Living in the country, driving country roads, sometimes leads to interesting situations. We came upon this Muscovy Duck slowly crossing the highway so we stopped to let it complete its journey.
An empty country road unrolls in front of me on a warm late summer day.
On a winter day, a country road is wreathed in fog.
All roads lead somewhere even if you cannot see or do not know the destination.
Sometimes it seems our life is like this rough country road. Patches covering the hurts and wounds; rolling, bumpy and uneven; going through empty territory; leading to . . . the unknown.
Yet I like it. The hurts and wounds heal. The journey – through territory familiar as well as uncharted – is energising. There is always something to see, to do, to feel. Something to be grateful for.
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