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| Ali battles alone |
It had been the sort of morning that stripped the black from the crows.
Muddy bus stop greetings, new faces & old friends.
A minute in denial then we go, this is it, into the woods.
The dark ancestral wilds creeping over the land reclaiming their own.
A green calm carpet putting sleep in the heads of rocks.
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| Light work for many hands |
Well not today!
Today is a day for valour.
For labour.
For rolling back the night.
The team swells, a raising voice over the wind.
Plans drawn, we launch into the offensive.
Peeling back 10 years of gathered gloom.
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| Xmas again at the Yule log |
It's a blur.
Branches falling, moss flying, bracken pulled away from the pristine glistening crystals.
Underneath, its what we came for.
Old faces long buried cleared of moss, mud wiped from their eyes.
What a precious find, the value of which increases in the recognition and the time spent in recovery.
We eventually fall, spent, aching and bruised.
Victorious!
Walking back to the terse delights of the Dyneley Arms the forest tells us of our temporary nature and in hail blasts starts slowly rolling back in.
In no order, thanxs to Ali, Peri, Worm Girl, Kirsty, John Whyte, Dave, Paul, Bryn, Stuart, Andy, Johnathan, Preston, Will, John from The Leeds Wall ( Thanks for everything Guys!) John Hunt and Nigel.
WE WILL STRIKE AGAIN!
