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.
A recent very, very foggy morning with visibility around 100 meters, sometimes less, made for a dicey drive to work.
As does this road end, so do all roads end.
It’s good to appreciate the journey, and the world you travel through.
An empty country road unrolls in front of me on a warm late summer day.
The view down a county road dissolves into invisibility.
The nearly full moon caught my eye this morning. The brisk crosswind which caught my arms and legs made it impossible to hold the camera steady.
Flanked by a traffic sign, a ragged file of hydro poles marches into the fog.
Grey clouds dominate a late January landscape.
I try to be grateful for this season’s muted colours. I’m forced to look more closely to find beauty now and will be more appreciative of the colours of late winter and spring blooms.
Wishing you a good Wednesday. I will be back Thursday.
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