Walk With Me

February

Walk with me along the back roads of a Hampshire village, where everything is green and white from the plump snowdrop buds to the delicate white flowers hanging from the sweet box shrub, its honeyed fragrance spilling out down the road. Marvel at the lumps of chalk that have risen out of the Downs to be enveloped by the moss of many years. Peak through the gap in the hedge at the fluffy white sheep and breathe in the raw scent of freshly flayed hedgerows. A solo Meadow Pipit pauses on a wire to take in the hazy sun that hugs a shawl of clouds close, and the deer, with nowhere to hide, runs through the bare woods.