In the blue ridge mountains

of Virginia,

On the trail of the lonesome pine

A trip out of Arnside, at least in the imagination.

I was a bit lonesome, as this was a walk before breakfast over the Knott, without my faithful companion, who slumbered on in his bed.  I came home and took him out for his constitutional, a slow meander to the wood and back, stopping every few yards for a good sniff.

Back at base, the day was cloudy and moist.  Oddly, there is no evaporation, the flagstones stayed damp all day.  Not a good drying day, as my Mum would have said.

Back blipped on 14 January 2022