Abdon

On a pleasing escape to the hills this evening I had some peace of mind, knowing the hills will be here after I / we have all gone.

There are storm clouds on my horizon and I may need to consider a change of direction.  At least, for now, the light and the hills give me solace.

What will be, will be.

The village of Abdon has poignant memories for me. My late mother, and late step-father lived here for a short while.  We used to travel from Wolverhampton to Shropshire to visit. When they could fit us in.

I sense that their old house is in this picture but not sure due to the compressed perspective and the light on the hillside.

But Mum is guiding me still,  of that I am sure.