Cannock Golf Course empty of folk but a maudlin dog-walker trudging a down-at-heel spaniel, yet magpie, squirrel, blackbird, & starling active, obvious.
Into the squish & splish of forest track. Deciduous whipcrack, the soughing of pine. Outstep the treeline to a ninja panorama - shock of the sudden! Across pool to the Berwyns, the Wrekin, the Mynd & the Edge; cloud-topped & distant giants, policing an ordered manscape.
A breath in the teeth of the gale & the group turns for the warmth once more... but not before he takes an old-fashioned selfie... 'cos he's all alone!
I promise I will drag you stop-ins over this ground before very much longer, & you will enjoy it! And I'll bet you'll all be at the annual club lunch next month - I do hope so! Still, I did have a very pleasant walk though.
See you all next club afternoon.
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