Barton

Spent the morning working but felt groggy with a persistent headache so by 2pm I was desperate for fresh air and went on my quest to find a spot that I have tried to find countless times before. It’s a bit of a holy grail and I’ve come to the conclusion I perhaps don’t want to find it, or it doesn’t want to be found. All part of the moorland magic of Barton Fell and all very allegorical in its way but before long my headache had gone and there wasn’t a soul to be seen. I walked towards Loadpot through bog with cranberries in flower and then almost floated back down again in a rather dreamlike state with the silence broken only by skylarks.
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