A festive visit home, to the Wolds.
These are flat lands, with much space between.
It’s quiet, it’s empty, it’s peaceful.
Heartbeat slows, and mind clears with simple days.
Long walks gather the winter tones across the fields but its the views above ground that capture.
There’s little on the horizon with more space for the sky.
Such range, so far away, creating a blanket of colour above.
I want to touch,
I want to see what’s in between.











