A Waking Dream
Sometimes the Heath is not for running or swimming or even overhearing other people’s conversations. [See About This Blog]
Today is a day that has escaped miraculously from the height of a broiling July to appear in September.
All you can do on such a day is take a Rosado Veneto, ciabatta and some saucisson and lie in the long grass in the higher meadows, gazing up through the birches at the vapour trails and let the mind “fade away into the forest dim”.