Old Tree

Old Tree sends its sap to sing in the calm

After the torment.

Old Tree Healing by Taiko Haessler

For R's birthday I organised a weekend around Bolton Abbey with a dinner and night at the Devonshire Arms. On the Friday we walked around Appletreewick and Troller's Gill, place of scary legends, I hear. We saw no trolls and the only black dog was the one we brought along.

To thank me, R let my Fujifilm camera slip out of his pocket while helping the dog over a Stile. Screen gone. Men!

PS: other pictures of the walk on flickr. Love the one with the lambs but since R took it, I chose one of mine.