Walk Two Hundred and Fifty-Two – Dismal day

I had a busy day, putting away Christmas decorations, taking down the tree, queuing up for ages to have it reduced to woodchips. My walk was therefore late in the day – almost dark, so a very quick sketch of a horse in the field behind Pound Farm. The dismal day relates not so much to the weather but sadness for others. A lady who lives in the same road lost two grown up sons a couple of days ago in a car accident and a local publican died suddenly on Christmas Eve. Although I don’t know any of the bereaved families, my walk up to the Bluebell wood and back was spent reflecting on their terrible pain and praying the prayers of the almost atheist for God to ease their suffering. I’m going now to hug my children.