A beautiful day for walking. Green hillsides, bracken, heather and a vociferous sheep calling the rest of her flock. Obediently, they follow in single file.
Late afternoon in the garden and the midges are curious. One lands on my sketch of the landscape. I brush it away with the side of my hand, catching it too heavily. Stuck to the top of the page it could be a buzzard stopped in mid-circle above the sheep, the heather, the grass.
DO SOMETHING with a sketchbook.
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Love this Robbie. Sounds very peaceful (even with the noisy sheep). This is a poem 👍🏼
Thank you, Jo!