Clay and Chalk
Dorking to Westhumble
25 March 2018
7 People
31km / 20 miles
Slipping and sliding in the glorious mud
Prehensile clay eating our heavy boots
Sucking us into its slithery profundities
Until we walked uphill to the
chalky downs.
Leith Hill was a revelation on that day
Forested slopes and daffodils blooming
The harbingers of spring in full beauty
Presaging the joys of summer to
come.
Frost haired winter has been long and cold
His icy arms embraced us in his frigid torpor
Siberian winds and bitterness of Arctic snow
But the Green Man wakes now from his sleep
Blinks, rubbing his eyes, and looks around
Laughs out loud and chases our
blues away.
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