I’m setting off on a journey,

Off to the rolling hills.

I start off at the heart of the valley.

Slowly walking up the lanes that wind, climbing higher and higher.

Occasionally stopping and turning, to glance in awe at the wonderful splendour below.

I pass many fields, where sheep are at pasture,

Several herds of cows I spy lazily grazing.

There are crows, magpies and kites, with their wings spread wide, gliding high in the sky, and then swooping down to catch their prey.

I don’t see many people as I go higher,

Only an occasional farmer, attending his animals.

And In the quiet and tranquillity that surrounds me, I stop at a crumbling dry stone wall and stare with wide eyes at the sight that is before me.

There are mountains as far as the eye can see,

Some of them covered with mist, making them look mystical.

But the ones with the summit on view are majestic.

I walk a little further and the air around me changes, it feels so pure and fresh.

I take another look around,  view the sea in the distance, tree lined hills, fields of green sectioned off by dry stone walls, abandoned stone cottages left to decay.

It is so picturesque.

I’m so glad I took this journey to the place I love best,

For it changes my prospective on life, making me feel at one with the world.