The first village I can remember without a church but it had an Abbey in need of love and some money. There were some old paintings painted on to the walls but were slowly disappearing, unlike this ‘8 house village’ which you entered through a gate as though it was someones private place.
Anik came to our place, (which was the other half of her place, sleeping upstairs and kitchen and dining down) to cook and serve dinner and breakfast. There was very minor words between us because she had no English, however when she needed to she could, eg ‘I cooked the brioche’.
No accomodation to be found and it was 35km to our nearest potential home. Anik said there were no buses to ease the impossible so she drove us about half way and it was walking from there.
The Poppies are becoming more prolific which makes me very happy. The first poem I ever wrote is in the E book that I wrote and it was a Sonnet on Poppies -it inspired me to write a lot more. There seems to be a connection with Poppies and the mauve flowers because they seem to hang out together.
These beautiful and exquisite small fields continue to be embraced by this tall timber, as they undulate up to the road way. The forest doesn’t alter much, but the name does, even though they appear to be just one large one. Inside the birds never seem to stop with their free flowing conversations a highlight, while the foreboding (in looks alone) dark woods gives a mysterious backing to it all.
Outside the forest now and the road (some traffic roads form part of the original vf) sweeps out and down, the cattle hearing our sticks, did the same thing – they galloped out and down to the paddock corner where they stood for a wile chatting to Corrie. I don’t really think Corrie is losing it but when she sees an animal she stops and talks to them.
She is speaking to a cat right at this moment, maybe it says something about my lack of conversing at times.
There’s our bed, somewhere near that church tower high up on a fortified hill and to sleep tonight we have to climb – can’t wait – love these hill towns.
