Kicking at the stones that lie in your way, you walk the lane as it winds between freshly ploughed fields. The path is worn and uneven from the passage of countless feet, rutted and torn by tractors and cars. Bricks line the way, providing a modicum of stability – but even they are crumbling.
Birdsong provides an accompaniment to your trek, a joyous chorus you could never tire of hearing. Spring is strengthening its hold upon the land, but it is an uncertain grip. Sunlight streams through the cloud-laden sky in intermittent bursts and a chill breeze ruffles your hair.
You are not deterred. You walk.
These photos were both nearly included in the Monthly Photo Challenge gallery that I posted yesterday but, seeing as I haven’t taken part in Cee’s Which Way Challenge for a few weeks, I thought I’d use it today instead. I hope you like them.
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