Following Life’s Signposts

It was a beautiful day in the Holnicote Estate.

Bright sunshine cavorted through the branches of ancient oak trees, chasing its own shifting shadows as they danced across the woodland floor. Above the green canopy, the sky was the sort of intense blue we used to walk beneath in the pine forests of Tenerife, and away from the breeze on the exposed moors, the air temperature quickly had me down to short sl...