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1 October: Macclesfield to Buxton
I love peace and quiet and a bit of solitude, like living inside my own head, but this is even too much for me. I could hear the sheep in mid-field chewing grass. For a moment there, I thought I had tinnitus, but no, it was just the sheep chewing away. Buxton and St Ann’s…
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30 Sept: On Dunmail Raise
On Dunmail Raise The wind on Dunmail Raise plays tricks on the ear. Can’t see him, but you can hear him. Up there on the hill, shouting at his dog. One man and his dog, and the wind carrying them both. And then you see them. White specks, a fleeting flock across the bare hill.…
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29 Sept: Garsdale & Skipton, Peak District
19 Sept: We’ve entered the Peak District. Not a soul on the road, not a truck, nor a car. It’s the morning The Queen’s funeral. ps: The man in the last photo is not my husband; he is a stranger.
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28 Sept: The Bookcase
The Bookcase When I dream, I write it down. He says he never dreams, but the bookcase says otherwise. His side, which is the right side, is filled with folded road maps. He dreams of being carefree as a river, or a thin-line horizon. His Michelin in hand. To drive across roads of Norway and…
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28 Sept: Cockermouth and Ambleside
The last image is an AA Emergency Box (#487) located on Dunmail Raise in Cumbria. It’s quite a find because they’re rare and Grade II listed structures. For a little more info … It’s interesting. The second to last image is a “ghost sign” which is an advertisement associated with a building or shop that…
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27 Sept: dVerse September Song
September’s Song Summer’s deathbed; here comes autumn. It’s an old woman’s bed, where the air yawns wide as ancient oak and its crisp leaves untether, glowing in clingy vicious colours. The soil smells of wet dog, and the forest drips of dew that smells of liniment. Tomato vines hang greyish limp and weary. Pickles sink…
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27 Sept: This Price of It
The Price of It I’m writing this on a piece of paper that was once a tree, cut down and ground and pulped, and made into something else that trees don’t know is a necessity of life. Like a loo roll. First grade: I’m writing on black slate with chalk. Circles round and round. Straight…
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26 Sept: Lake Windermere and Bowness-on-Windermere
The town of Bowness-on-Windermere at Lake Windermere. It was from here that we explored the surrounding areas of the Lake District for 5 days. Regretably, the WordPress Gallery block has no “alt” or caption field for describing each image. Images include a view over Bowness toward the lake and hills; a restored wooden boat for…
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30 September: Our Gaps
Our Gaps I’m sitting on a logthat has a heart carved into it.He’s sitting on the log oppositepicking at the bark. The campfire shifts, sparksclimbing into the night airto join all those errant stars. And I ask him,What are you thinking about,and he says, Nothing. I’ve never been able to do that,think about nothing, I…
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15 Sept: Some Fresh Air
Rain hat: yep. Rain coat: yep. Hiking boots: yes, and heavy socks. Camera: yep. Hankie: yep. Heading off for the wilds of the Peak District and the Lake District for a bit. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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