Chalk and Clouds – a walk along the Ridgeway
You can almost hear the countless footsteps
Along the Ridgeway
Fuji XT2 16-50mm F8
The previous Saturday I had walked 50km along the Thames Path. This weekend was rather more sedate with an 8 mile wander along the Ridgeway. It’s such a beautiful expanse of countryside and not something you would associate with Berkshire. Chalk uplands and breathtaking copses skirting the edges of vast open farmland. It reminded me of Tuscany. I was lucky; the rolling clouds were heavy with the threat of steady rain. Yet over the next few hours it failed to fall.
It was difficult not to frequently stop and stare. Or listen to the bushes thrumming with insects. In sheltered spots it felt close but across the fields I could feel the gentle brush of autumn. The land seemed to be catching its breath. Slowly shutting down.
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