I have freed myself from doubt. I know that when I walk the paths, I will see new things, new directions, new markers.
Today I turned back from my intended route, my back was itching and I’m allergy aware.
I was walking Puttendreef, the Drève des Puits which always reminds me of ‘Spring Street’, a place I once lived, in Spalding, England. I much prefer this one.
There is a heavily etched, carved beech there, carrying dates, initials and hearts. Why this tree?
By the side there is a oft used path, unnamed, trodden, leading up the rise of the valley’s side.
Some took time in leaving their mark. Others were hurried.