A ten minute walk from home became a fifteen minute walk from home. The steps outward, tentative. Each step, delicate, unsure, nervous yet inspired with the knowledge of a further adventure. The pathway beckoned downward. A beckoning for another day. Just to the right, a hidden route, obscured by overgrowth. I headed right, An eager dog scurried ahead.
An open field of golden grass filled my eyes with hopeful vision.
Houses in the solitude. Rolling hills in the background.
We circled around and backtracked to the left, to the west, to view the north. And to the north, two picture views of The Roaches. Rocky ridges of such contrast with the surrounding countryside.
Continuing back westward. See how the greenery has become more pronounced.
Even more greenery.
A couple more panoramic views as we continue back westward. Can you see the wind mill on yonder hill?
We are nearly back to that original pathway. An adventure that lasted two hours. Two hours in my progress of getting back out there as I battle with ongoing exhaustion.