Long shadowy track extends village limits through wasteland south of church point- the old graveyard of sleeping generations gone cradling history passed on and turning back to earth.
Sun dapples leaves on wayside trees where long grass waves in high breeze concealing sloe bushes in full fruit stage of late summer awaiting wild harvest.
Track ends at mile point where standing stone rests in weathered state from ancient megalithic days when magic was made for all time and land and sky merged.
Straight ways connect stone from track beginning over scrub to ghost hollow trail and beyond through counties patchwork land and over boundaries.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers