BACK PATH

Julian de'Courcy

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That path took I to primary school . Tried the new LR6 trial this one and sadly very sadly and with a heavy heart I am waiting for Version 6 to drop through the letter box. (if it fits) Gullible or what. That equates to 10 haircuts and change.


HELIGAN MILL by Julian .., on Flickr
 
Wonderful mood to this. Worth foregoing the odd trim for I'd say. Maybe Rob will treat you when he walks down from Edinburgh (he'll be saving £6 after all!). :)
Thank you Pete, but this needs thinking through. Surely it would wear out even a pair of Edinburgh's finest shoes and at what cost. That is not to take into account blisters and plasters.
 
I like the way it leads my eye to what I do not know. And I guess that the light of it intrigues me to once again be curious, at least in my wandering and wondering mind. What's there to be found round the next bend. It never ceases to exist.;)
 
I like the way it leads my eye to what I do not know. And I guess that the light of it intrigues me to once again be curious, at least in my wandering and wondering mind. What's there to be found round the next bend. It never ceases to exist.;)

Thanks Ivar. I'll let you into a secret, what is around the bend the path slopes down, narrows and goes over a small stone , moss covered bridge that you would not notice unless you knew. This path as I'd mentioned before was our walk to primary school. Just a single track back then. The farmer now uses it with a quad bike and has ruined the aesthetic beauty of the walk. The walk being a mile or so, at night walking back, it would be pitch black when the leaves were on the trees and no moon, or rain. But we'd know the path so well that you could walk it with your eyes closed, just feeling the roots and stones beneath the feet. But just beyond where you can see, there was a length of about sixty metres where you always, every time, completely lost your bearings. Always an odd occurrence. It was where a very small spring of water crossed the path.You'd then need to walk the path that was pictured in your head. I did not go this far this time to photograph it but will at some point soon.
 
That sounds or rather looks good to see, knowing that everything is as it should under the circumstances. Thanks for filling me in :)and ruining my fixed illusions.:rolleyes:
 
Thanks Ivar. I'll let you into a secret, what is around the bend the path slopes down, narrows and goes over a small stone , moss covered bridge that you would not notice unless you knew. This path as I'd mentioned before was our walk to primary school. Just a single track back then. The farmer now uses it with a quad bike and has ruined the aesthetic beauty of the walk. The walk being a mile or so, at night walking back, it would be pitch black when the leaves were on the trees and no moon, or rain. But we'd know the path so well that you could walk it with your eyes closed, just feeling the roots and stones beneath the feet. But just beyond where you can see, there was a length of about sixty metres where you always, every time, completely lost your bearings. Always an odd occurrence. It was where a very small spring of water crossed the path.You'd then need to walk the path that was pictured in your head. I did not go this far this time to photograph it but will at some point soon.

That'll where the Piskies lived! ;)
 
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