Clear water on a forget-me-not blue day

The sun was shining and the sky was blue and they decided to walk up the hill to the place where the porpoise were rising out through the surface of the great grey sea yesterday. The farm yard was muddy so I thought it best to hitch a lift, and so comfortable it was that I allowed him to carry me on, up the green lane.

We walked past the old village and along the wall that breaks the golden winter fields, the stones bone white with lichens, soft pillowed with moss. I rested for a while after posing for photographs, then on and across the dormant heather moor.

On top of the Fox Rocks we relaxed and stretch out in warm sunshine and watched magpies flying below. Out at sea birds clustered around the Gribben, but no porpoise broke the sea surface today. The sea was forget-me not blue, the air was warm and scented with spring.

It was good to be still and to be silent, to listen to the waves bite against the land, to hear the birds call and the soft voice of the wild ponies grazing the golden moorland grasses. Before we turned for home I drank water from a clear pool in a stone basin, so sweet, so beautiful.