Walking

Yesterday evening we went out walking.  It was warm with a strong wind across the hill tops, and the sea from the hills was a dark, satin blue.  We came to the edge of a pine tree forest where all the bronze needles lay thick on the ground.  The forest was empty; just the knobbled bark trunks supporting the boughs which moved and creaked.

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Across the valley the hills seemed to have arthritic backs, seemed to lie like reptiles behind and above the neat grids of streets and houses in Island Bay.

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Eleanor, remembering one of her favourite books, padded though the grass saying “swishy, swashy, swishy, swashy”, and I felt my heart lift a little with a spring of joy.  She’s the one that drives me to the red edge of frustration and anger, and she’s the one that makes me sing, makes me remember things like: O, wonder!  How many goodly creatures are there here!  How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in’t!

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