I've been in the mood for exploring the local area. I went to the major park in Leek, Staffordshire, named Brough Park. I discovered a trail. Where would the trail lead to? What might I see?
For the first five minutes I was enclosed by trees and bushes. Then, to the left of me, a lush green landscape was revealed.
Directly in front of me was the trail that leads to an adventure for another day.
Back to the view on the left. The sun continues its westward journey.
The adventure trail for another day. A blue-tinged pathway of intrigue.
And beyond, way beyond the trees you see above the pond in the previous photos, to the north west, a gently whirling windmill.
I turned back. Back to my car. Back to the home that I shall be leaving in early August. A new adventure trail for my son, for Penny, our beloved, cherished dog. A new adventure trail for us all. Each adventure trail, a definition of who we are.
Each of us has a trail, a pathway, that journey. Sometimes the pathway will have potholes. Yet, with each pothole, we climb out, we learn, we carry on.