An early morning walk up Brent Knoll to take in the views, and deposit some of my dad's ashes on the western face of the Knoll so he can bask in afternoon sunshine until the hill has eroded away, or the land sinks beneath a future sea or is subsumed by glaciers in some distant epoch ... I myself will be long since gone whatever.
I've walked this walk a dozen times or more over the years, in all seasons and at all times of the day. It's a liberating walk, hard enough to get the blood pumping and the bellows blowing but not so hard that you can't do anything else for the rest of the day.
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