Tagged Country Walk

The Brooch

After weeks of wind and rain today was perfect, still and dry. The nearby turbines stood motionless, like bleached white skeletons against the dark sky. As ever the dog stood close by┬áits owner panting softly. Occasionally a bird spiralled skywards startled by something unseen. Standing by the edge of the wood at the corner of the field overlooking the valley, Bill expected one of two things would happen. He was a superstitious man, a believer in good and evil. Gods and ghosts. That type of thing. It all made perfect sense to him. One month before he had found the…

Talk Of A Battle

The gate cold and functional. Hard to sneak into this field unnoticed, scraping of metal and bang! It gets me every time. A muddy leaf strewn path through rain flattened grass. The chapel alone at the heart of the field, its walls grey like the day. Trees rustle, wood smoke drifts on the breeze from the old manor house hidden in the trees. Birds sing busy with autumn chores. A little routine develops throw the ball, take some notes, snap a photo, throw the ball. Cars and vans pass on the nearby country road. I notice the motorway two miles…