Warblington walk

A trip to Portsmouth was followed by a visit to Warblington. My grandmother is buried here, where the sound of the sea and wind through the trees is only interrupted by the occasional tractor. It's the first time I'd come since her funeral over two years ago, and my grandad had told me about the walks which go through the churchyard. I took the Solent Way to Emsworth. Not far, but with a sleeping toddler on my back and very soft mud underneath, hard enough work. This scene summed up the walk perfectly.