There’s something about that scene that is very evocative to me – of my own beliefs, of a personal striving to step from darkness, of an adventure waiting. I suppose most of all it speaks to me of the joy that comes after sorrow, or the beauty and life found after a period of hard struggle. Whenever I walk through here, no matter what season, I am uplifted. I glance to the right – as you see I am doing today – and see the city in the distance on the other side of the harbour. From here, I cannot hear the traffic steadily creeping towards it from the motorway. It looks like a far off dream.
And I took the time, today, to sit on this seat, facing the sea but hearing the birds all around me, the meadow soughing softly in the breeze, the SMELL of the flowers and seedheads around me. What luxury to stop for a moment and soak it in, in perfect serenity, for a while.
Hen & Ink 
What lovely prose, Jenny. And, I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit jealous of that walkway and having the sea so close. That’s what I miss the most,is the sea. Keep writing these beautiful impressions and take me away into that world!xx
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I make much of a short walkway, truly. And yes, I do love the sea myself. As long as you keep wanting to read it, I’ll keep writing. x
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I just got to work and barely started my day and here was a blog from my social media Outlander friend. I love what you said about the one pic and walking into the light after a struggle. I’m nearing the end of a struggle and I found this awesome Jenny xoxo
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I’m glad you’re coming through other end 😘
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