Golden forests and the road home
Even old coal sheds can be gorgeous in autumn light
Old pines and one last birch gleaming
This Sundays walk was filled with light all golden and copper and stunning even though there was little sun. I walked while my emotions churned from awe at the beauty ot it all, my tears flowing from the sure knowledge that my father, who passed away last week, gave me all the appreciation of the wild outdoors I have now. When I was a small child in a pushchair he would point out everything on walks around ponds and along old railway lines. I learnt from him how precious this earth is and all it contains. I guess my dad will walk within me on all my future walks and one day when the tears are gone I shall remember him singing as we walked along and be glad of him.
