Despite living here for 26 years Peter only recently found this path around the edge of one of the hills here and tonight was my first time. It was lovely, amazing views, loads of blackberry bushes. an amazing Oak and Hawthorn hedge, millions of midges (ouch, ouch, ouch!, sadly they REALLY like me). As we were watching the sunset something caught my eye, at first I thought it was a cat but soon realised it was a fox. The Peter spotted a second one but it ran off really quickly. It was a delightful surprise. The first one had stopped dead still however, and just stared at us! It didnt move for about 5 minutes. It was wonderful, as if it was daring us to move towards it. Of course we didnt, but moved further up the path, when we spotted the other one, just its head, peeping over the brow of the hill at us.
The sun didnt set in a blaze of glory, more sank down behind Drummau, quietly, with no fuss, beautiful all the same. So it was a short but lovely walk and I was really glad that I had been persuaded to go, again being outside made things seem so much better.
The walk back brought one more surprise. Something I had never noticed. A small group of trees which look like a Tortoise making his way slowly up the hill. It seemed appropriate that this is actually on one of the hills behind our house, reminding me of me. Of slowly making my way up those hills, those mountains. Reminding me that I will get there, what ever I decide to do.
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