The southbound road

France & Vincent

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It seems a little odd posting about my last sojourn in the north when I am back there again for the monthly meeting of the core group of the School. The time in between has been non-stop busy and I still didn’t get done everything I wanted to do before I left, so to be back amongst the hills where I can breathe and smile for the sheer joy of being alive heaven. If I had to describe my version of some traditional heaven it would look like this. Rolling hills and wild moorland meeting the sky. It wouldn’t matter what the season… as long as it cycled through their beauties. The crystalline wonder of a winter morning when the rising sun gilds the snow; the eager light of spring kissing the earth to waking; soft autumn mists and copper landscapes… but when the heather paints the hills that, to…

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