i went over what i have always known as 'black bridge' to the wild fields beyond, that hundreds of years ago was clay pits, mainly to see the foal that had been born just a few hours earlier~luckily it is only a few minutes walk, the worse bit over the bridge itself...old, mossy wooden planks,some with gaps between showing the drop below, some horribly wobbly~i hate hights
over the bridge it was like entering another world and it made me think of rowans post today~a day when the veil between us and the fey is thin
over the bridge it was like entering another world and it made me think of rowans post today~a day when the veil between us and the fey is thin
there was a strong feeling of being watched and out of the corner of my eye i caught a flash of white, crossing the path...
mum was being protective of her new baby
