...good night, dear forest trees, and ferns, and all else that grows here now!...
...the setting-sun-and-cloud is orange red... beyond the distant trees and house-tops... visible from this high point in Sandy Heath, now forest...
...mountain bikers dare themselves to ride down steep well-worn slopes... while expensive cars manoeuver slowly along a forest path to reach expensive houses built along the forest edge...
...I feel the slightest breeze on my eastward cheek as i sit on an ancient seat roughly constructed of thick timbers bolted to heavy concrete castings... it's not in memory of anyone but is roughly-carved or scratched with many people's initials...
now the sun has gone and i too will go... and walk back in the dusk through West Heath... having sat here (long enough?)...
20:25
i stop again at the top of 'the 39 steps' and look wistfully to the west where there are city lights beyond which lie Wales and Ireland and the Atlantic Ocean... to me this is a solemn moment, though very brief... a few seconds later i am feeling my way down a steep slope amidst last year's ferns, now fallen, to reach the road below...
...on the walk back i heard the honking of geese in the near darkness... and when i reached the shops i bought some groceries
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