Lines of sight

To walk abroad is, not with eyes,
But thoughts, the fields to see and prize;
Else may the silent feet,
Like logs of wood,
Move up and down, and see no good
Nor joy nor glory meet.
(Thomas Traherne 1637-1674 )

This is one of the walks i have to do as part of my job -walks that take me to obscure corners of Suffolk, tramping along little used roads. Sometimes its sunny, sometimes wet, sometimes grey, always new (to me) and often lovely in odd ways...