Love Lane

The morning school run rarely differs from day to day: speedwalk 15 mins down the hill near our house and slowly trudge back up the hill which is a 25 min foot-dragging debacle.

Yesterday, however,  once I had safely seen Emilie (and poor Tarquin) off through the school gates, I decided to take a different route home. A shortcut.

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An old footpath that meandered behind mansion houses and bordered on a meadow of docile horses.

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As I began my walk down the muddy lane, the thought did cross my mind that I was the perfect target for a crazed early morning axe murderer hiding in the damp bushes. I started to look more closely at my surroundings out of mild paranoia and as I did I saw some lovely things…

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The path eventually led me to graveled road called Love Lane. A fitting name for the sentiment I felt while strolling along and observing the beauty of nature.

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4 thoughts on “Love Lane

  1. Beautiful footpath you found there. I love that your paranoia of crazed ax murders allowed you to peer around more and discover the beauty in the details around you. 🙂

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