Up Hawkshaw Lane

Evening walk up Hawkshaw Lane in a warm breeze. A few blackbirds perched on the lines sing the day's lullaby. It was a summer's day, a blustery and dazzling day, full of kites, cotton-grass and buttercups. Holcombe Hill cotton-grass Now there are only two of us, and we leisurely follow the lane up towards the…

Northern light

So here I am, back in the North ! 🙂 I haven't written anything in English for a while, except a little song (to which I haven't found the tune), but feel it is the language for this lighthearted blogpost. I love the North of England. Its landscape of hills and moors is beauty and…