Out walking up Beacon Hill near Loughborough in Leicestershire, not too far from my home. I aways like to take a short sit down on this woodland throne. Sometimes it works and the muse descends but not always.
The hat? A flat cap I got in Chesterfield not long after my mother’s death. Mum would’ve liked it and Dad always wore one when out and about, my Grandad too!
Today no poetry came but the landscape itself and that takes some beating!
halfway up the hill
a jay stealing an acorn
from a grey squirrel
12th October 2021
Beacon Hill, Leicestershire, UK