Yesterday my plan was to wait until early evening before venturing out. It’s a nice time of day and there should be fewer people about. Now that I’ve been out once in the car to reach Longridge Fell for a walk I hoped to go further.
Every parking place on the southern side of the fell was packed, with cars alongside the roads.
I lost heart and drove home.
But before I threw in the towel I discovered another three ‘slate poems’ propped up at the popular spots. They seem to keep appearing as if by magic and each one has a beautifully written verse reflecting our environment and possibly our predicament.
Thank you whoever you are.
Tonight’s three –
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is