I drove high up into the mountains from my little Welsh cottage by the sea. My spirits rose the higher we climbed.
I did a walk which follows a trail around a small lake, climbs through the lichen covered rocks and crosses tumbling mountain streams by stone bridges or stepping stones. Brilliant purple heather bloomed everywhere and a buzzard circled silently above.
Somehow any worries or feelings of anxiety floated away leaving me feeling as light as the air over the buzzard's wings.
Kim