we walked the iron age fortifications on the top of Clee Hill. With each step we remembered the millions who had died in the 2720 years since the start of the iron age.
Walking the fallen stones of the keep seemed more poignant on a day celebrating our recent history.
A clear beautiful late afternoon in the embrace of our scary new world. Strange days we are all living through.
Ellie, hopefully you can see in the foreground.
She walks past the sheep with their lambs without a glance.
We couldn’t have found a better companion: she brings us joy.
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