Doorstep

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, the sky was a little grey, but it was warm. Brian suggested we head out for a short walk, so I packed us up a flask of coffee and a couple of chocolate biscuits, and we headed off walking along the side of our little river ‘the Artaut’ .

I was scouting around in advance to see where we could find some moss for our Christmas wreaths. I’m looking forward to making them again in a few weeks time.

We walked slowly up the hill, until we reached the plateau of farmland. The skylarks were singing up above, but otherwise the air was still.

We continued along our frequently used route, until the path ducked down past the point de vue, where we chose to stop and sit to drink our coffee. I quietly said to Brian “It’s not bad is it, having this gorgeous countryside right on our doorstep?”.