Part 2

A forest path that leads down to the beach,

under cobweb-laden branches and through

ankle deep patches of bog and rotting

leaves, that bubble as you sink in and smell

worse than exhausts. Then, you disturb

the wrong branch and an ungodly swarm of blood

thirsty midges descends on you. But soon

We reach a sun drenched clearing, carpeted

by dew soaked grass and royal bluebells, all

standing tall and proud – in full bloom.

Spring winds lead us past wild garlic with

sherry blossom petals floating around

us, darting on currents like hummingbirds.

Eventuall, the path of roots and dirt and moss give way





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