Around me russet beech leafs flutter like butterfly’s, as my companion’s fur ripples, like a lake disturbed in a strong breeze. In a clear blue sky, crows glide and soar like kites. Watched by a black cat who four white paws give him away despite his hiding in the shadows. A young neighbour kicks his football, only for the breeze to sneakily carry it away. A tiny tot cries, for she wanted to join in. Whilst wrapped a their own world a couple walk hand in hand. And yes reader as William Wordsworth wrote “I wandered lonely as a cloud”…

Footnote: My inspiration for this post comes in part from a note book known as The Grasmere Journal by Dorothy Wordsworth (1771 – 1855) In this lock down period I plan to keep by own journal in an redundant diary.