Into the heather
The first bog deadly walk and coast line scramble. Half sheared, bones, and lost sheep. Bad omens for an impromptu walk. Dead enders. Sharp descents. Pink granite handles cut into the rock. A full weight held.
Near slips and real ones. Effaced. The terrific Sublime. Unluckily Wordsworthian. Coleridge was elsewhere. Hung over the back of a horse. More likely, fallen off a chair.
