One, two, three…
She counts. Every foot fall leads her on her semi-conscious journey to one hundred. Leading her along The Wall, that little bit closer to ‘home’.
Hills, like a natural roller coaster, ripple before her. Steep stone steps stretch skyward. Deep breaths at the top, then down the other side. Each tiny motion jarring bones and exacerbating aches and pains.
Again, and again and again.
Until one summit reveals a small oasis. In the gap at the bottom, nestled between two hills, stands a lone sycamore tree.
Her weary body picks up some pace and she races to the bottom to rest under the tree. Its canopy providing some much needed shade from the unforgiving afternoon sun. A magical movie set in the midst of an amazing landscape.
Then, onwards. Again.
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Written for The Gallery, and walked for the Joseph Salmon Trust.
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