Posted by: The Malt House | March 17, 2011

Misty Morn

Misty wraiths dance and rise from the slow moving river. Soft, still air blankets the fields, while ghostly trees stand guard. A pheasant calls, then silky silence descends and all is calm once more.


Responses

  1. lovely
    I dont want to climb that hill on the other side though

  2. LOL! It was a very steep trek! The view on the other side was worth it though!
    Dave


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