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I found I had broken into a grin as the Hill came into view through the car window. A few minutes later, my boots were on, a daysack was on my back, and I was climbing the paths to the top.
This was a chance to be healed by walking hard through some beauty, to make sense of the last weeks, to walk out some contradictions and questions, to plod into deeper trust.
Just after this photograph was what I first thought was a cloud of flies. As I got into them (it wasn’t possible to go round them) I realised they were bees swarming. Perhaps I need some lessons from Father Ted on perspective. I react quite badly to bee stings, but got through OK.
At the top I sat and took in the view, eating my sandwiches (tuna and onion).
Later I spent time standing still watching a yellowhammer singing from a fence top – it definitely is A little bit of bread and no cheese as the sayings suggest.
At the bottom I refreshed myself with a pint of Otter Seville Bitter – the hint of orange surprisingly good – before contouring around the hillside to the car. Entering some woods for a couple of minutes I saw what I assume was a green woodpecker. It was the right shape and size, and flew like a woodpecker, but seemed to be brown. This may have been the light. Could it have been anything else?
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