I met up with some old school friends for a nostalgic wander down memory lane, a walk in the wilds of West Dorset and a delicious pub lunch at The Three Horseshoes, Powerstock.
we came across some acorn art
a voluptuous oak tree
deep wooded valleys
and walked a disused railway line
the smell of autumn in the air
West Dorset has a feeling of the land that time forgot and it is where my paternal ancestors come from. I most probably share DNA with the Iron Age inhabitants of the nearby Pilsdon Pen – a cosy, rooted feeling.
at the end of the walk the sun tried to squeeze through
Bliss. . . .
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Always so pleasant to walk along with your pics ❤ … Taking a break like this does my heart good, since our entire landscape currently hibernates under an arctic cold blanket of snow!
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Glad you hear you enjoyed the November ramble. I often think of you, Jackie, when on the walks – I kinda take you along with me!
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Oh, that is a warm, loving thought! ❤ ❤ ❤
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