Sunrise on Sunday

…..walk from Stinsford Church

Following the path alongside the river

I love the way the trees form an arch and the way the winter sun slants in to light the way

emerging as we near Lower Bockhampton

and turn back when we reach the bridge

and take a left fork in the path

ooo00000 those reflections – they always get me, and I just have to stop and look, and watch the light play on the surface of the water

 

and when I can bring myself to leave, we head back cross the water meadows

 

under a clear blue sky

which reminds me of when I was having Life Coaching some years ago and my Life Coach, Duncan, gave me the phrase                        “to see a clear sky, in detail”          

 

 

 

past quintessential thatched cottages and grazing swans

and past the old sluice gates

 

 

still lying midfield.

There’s something about rusty old contraptions that make me feel like I want to sit down and draw them – anyone else fascinated ? 

they seem like sculptures of history to me.At the end of the meadow through a muddy gateway, and back into town.              I realise I do much more walking in the Winter. It must be because gardening takes up so much time in other seasons.                                                                     You can see the beginning of the walk here.

Sunset

from the bottom of my garden

and reflected in my bedroom window

Glorious!