I’ve just got back from a week alone in the countryside. I spent the time walking, eating, resting and writing. I got chased by sheep, locked eyes with deer, watched hawks hunt, foraged (of course) and wrote (of course of course). Every evening, bar the wettest one, I sat on top of hill and watched the sunset. At how it magically p…
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