I had to break away, and leave the house for a walk. To breathe in the ozone, see the sea and feel the wild grasses brush past my legs.

I left the house earlier than usual - not waiting for the sunset, the sun was getting low in the sky, but it was still bright outside. Brighter than it has been for a while. The sky was blue, pure azure blue as I walked through the fields of burnished gold. The moon, high and bright in the sky was always at my shoulder, barely moving.



A few clouds were visible, some on the horizon and cirrus wisps in the air. I saw a spectacular eagle in one, and a billowing hillside in another.



Walking up another hill, and I come to the forrested part, where the sun doesn't reach, barely even in summer. The wind whistled around my ears and I was glad to be wrapped up warm in my jumper. Through the clay-mud, up another hill and I was on top of the world. From this vantage point I could see the sea, hear the crows and see fields of green-manure or winter fodder growing in neat, orderly rows below me.

I come to more pines, this is what we grow around here. Their big, study bodies able to withstand whatever is thrown at them. Going closer I lift a branch with two pine cones firmly attached but both open, their seeds dispersed. What do I find taking refuge? A hibernating ladybird. This is Nature at work.

I know the path well, it is walked often, ruts in the soil and clay tell me where footsteps have been before. Up two hills, past the windy corridor of pines, through the grasses and down onto gravel, before leaving one hill and finding my path home. My chosen walk takes me in a figure-of-eight, the symbol of infinity. I think about that alot when I'm walking.

As I come to the end of my walk around infinity, I see that the sun, who was at the beginning of the walk high in the sky, has lowered and now hides beneath the pine trees that hem the land. I wend my way down the hill and begin the walk home, back to happy dog, warm house and music.