Walking within the fells of the beautiful lake district feels sacred...the shadows of late summer are cooler, and the crows are gathering, the swallows have flown, and the hips grow rosy against the purple sloes in the thorny hedgerows.
It is but a moments breath until the Autumn colours descend and the equinox is here. But for this last moment we saver the goodbye to summer as the last twinkly rays filter across the lake.
May you find your own special sacred space this week xx
Lynn xx
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