Natures Artwork

Stained glass.
This morning, as I gazed at the mountain of shoes/boots that fill my eye with overcrowding and my mind with, "what madness is this?", a plan suddenly came to me. 
Each day on my trek I could wear a different pair and if they didn't come up to scratch then I could toss them into the collection that awaits for a charity shop. Yes, I'm good at plans, is me.
So off I did trundle in pair number one. Into half an hour, with views of gorse covered hills, and I realise, no! not such a good plan. 
I tried without much success to stuff a paper hankie between this shoe and my foot as a painful blister was forming. The walk was to be curtailed.
A silver lining though.
Before doing an about-turn I ventured through open gates to a cemetery that I'd not been in before. It was as peaceful as can be and within it stood mighty chestnut trees, amongst many other different types. Mostly though, it was such a spacious place. It had some very interesting gravestones too. From eminent people hailing from Edinburgh to those unfortunates from the nearby Poor house, as was then.
I went home via a long, long narrow lane that Donald and I had discovered but we hadn't ventured along it at the time. It was a slightly creepy path with no-one for miles to shout for help from should I need such assistance. Luckily I eventually came out the other end intact and with no such need of a sir Galahad or anything.
I have noticed that since this distancing stance has come into being, no-one seems to mention a wind factor and only I, myself, seem to keep a greater distance if any strong breeze is daring to blow from any person to me as an oncoming fellow traveller.