Long way home

A small yellow arrow painted onto a plinth points the way for you, the weary rambler. Beyond this stone marker, falling away and stretching out as far as the eye can see flows the last of the route you’re to travel today: across rolled fields, worn stiles and coarse’d moors those sodden boots must trudge, long before a restful night’s slumber can be claimed and called your very own…


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