Pennine Way


“One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. “Which road do I take?” she asked. “Where do you want to go?” was his response. “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.” Lewis Carroll

The embracing stillness felt on a lonely moor
only interrupted by a covey of grouse,
their coughing parrot chatter,
and the occasional plane soaring to somewhere unknown.

The silence returns,
peaceful solitude envelops you
like time itself has frozen for a moment
giving you that great divine feeling of freedom:

Like everything could happen
And anything is possible
the drive you feel: strength building, power, determination
for what? which way? This, Way.

The vastness, the drizzle and the low grey cloud
just, add something unexplainable
No wonder the Brontës felt inspired here
I feel like I, am, have been, too.

You crash back into civilisation
as you run down the dream
to the road that takes you to where you will rest your head
for now, for one night only.

No more moors your feet scream,
‘Same same but different’ tomorrow,
Moving forward towards the finish-line,
Which finish-line? The walking, never, stops!

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