And yes, there was a sunny day in Derbyshire this August. And yes, we made a picnic. And yes, our life for fleeting moments felt both balanced, sane and right. The route was one of remembrance, a revisiting of both a once familiar place and a long lost former self. The walk revolved around sharing and story telling. I wonder, will my kids remember days like this? Or the tales told by rambling dad of artwork weathered in the landscape, of shooting stars, night walks and ghosts of crying ladies from the chapel of St. John?
[The individual images can be viewed in a Flickr gallery by clicking HERE.]